Happy moments, memories, and flashbacks,
It is all I have to picture in my backpack,
The times where I most remember is in my room,
I like it there because it is dark and I can hear the silent booms,
It is where I usually remember because it is where I like to think,
I like it there because that's where my head starts to sink into a special special kind of ink,
And the last thing is that I see a shape,
I see a shape of good and hate.
