change is good…

he was alone in his room wondering what he has done for himself. He lit a ciggerate and lost in smoke he tured the music on. For this time He wasn’t in this world as he had no clue of the surrounding. He always wanted to live the way he wished for but the course of water on this stone was hard that it moved and he, forgot who he was. Now if he was down, noone can lift his spirit up but if ppl around him were down, he is the best motivation. Way too dark, he didn’t like interuption there but a light existed near him. He wantd the light to leave. He thought his darkness will take over the bright light. The light wanted to illuminate the dark and together they made a soul blend…
He still insisted the light to leave, light firm strong rejected. The dark sharp shadow of light was better understo0d by him and he embraced it.
He wanted death before but now he wanted to live for the light.associated with him.
The music made him numb, he couldn’t think anything; his mind body coordination seemed disturbed but he managed to get up after falling for quite alot of times. He sto0d against the wall until he could stand. He wobbled to the door and shut the incoming light. Now it was just him and the dark. He somehow liked the dark may be because he was never shown much of the light or he never saw much light. Dark had depth and life to him. It was a comfortable zone where it was only he who had command. But the light was stubborn too, she made it into the dark from beneath the door. He was then just lo0king at the light. Seemed like this time he didn’t want it want it to leave. He just smiled at the light and enjoyed it silently may be he wanted a change…