I wish I could roll back the time and see myself walking alone and smiling. I wish I could turn back time and hold someone’s hand,just to make them feel safe. Darkness is great place to be. It’s not a pitch black room with heavy curtains and no place for light to enter. It’s actually a colourful world, slightly grey here and there with the touch of endless void. It’s not a maze but the unwilling persona of one to get out of the thoughts that once held him/her. It’s the crying soul, a soul that lost the hope. Walking up the stairs of confusion,seeking closure and wanting confession. A smile with pain, a rain coloured blood red, a gesture that waves goodbye every now and then. But, one who dreams must cultivate in the darkness. Darkness is the only place where you see your dreams. Though broken.