There’s always some sort of a sea of sadness, a swarm of grey clouds, swallowing me, consuming me, whenever I am here. One emotion I probably would never understand. Staying strong, putting on a mask. Acting. Minding my own business. That’s what I’ve been doing so far. I have never wished for time to fly faster than it should. I’ve been living in dirt, like a worm struggling itself out of Earth. My surroundings, garbage. It’s like everyday is a nightmare, and I can’t seem to wake up. I couldn’t help but wonder, what have I done wrong to be put in this place. To be cast away, from my circle. From my routine. Those that kept me sane are the thought that I have to prove to myself, I am capable of living outside my comfort zone, and the other, of course, my lovely firefly. But what if the sun refused to shine for another day?
