In the insanity of my mind, i'm a depressed person stuck in a little black box. the little blackbox has a peep hole to let me see the beautiful light outside...the rays and the beautiful wonders of life, the new beginning. it shines in the tiny hole of my little black box and sometimes makes me feel better.

my little black box has no doors, only that little peep hole. occasionally i will put my finger out, wringle it and enjoy the warmth of the light. i pray that one day... i pray that one day i will be able to break loose from the little black box and i will be able to spread my arms and embrace the warm rays of light again. i long to hold you close and maybe this would all go away, this burning sensation inside my mind ,my aching bleeding heart and the silent screams that torment my soul

but no one knows. no one bothers. many times, passer bys will think my little black box is a part of trash, they strike me with a vigorous blow to the wall.. blocking the light away from me. this causes so much sorrow in me.i wish i could be part of this world! but no one would regard me as part of it. i would tear, but no one can see it, i am stuck in my little black box.

then one day, some people took me up from the corner. i was so delighted! these people brought me home. they put me in a garden. i heard new voices, voices of grand parents, happy children clapping away. i was warm, i felt new. i could see the ray of light in my little peep hole again. I was ecstatic!

but alas... i was wrong.. they had only wanted to use me to step on to paint the fence around the house. the voices that i heard were voices exclaiming how beautifully painted the fence was.

i was thrown in the trash the very next day... no more light, no more clapping, no more laughter...i was sneered at... i was unwanted again... i failed to see through my little peep hole.. there's no more new beginning, only the end.




it's the void, my dark quiet void.

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