Musing

Hey!! Sorry I've been neglecting this, but life's been crazy.

Plus, I don't think many people care to read this anyways. :P

But, I was looking through different notebooks and things tonight. I always write, or doodle, in the margins of paper or on full sheets of paper. And I found something I wrote about 2 or so years ago. It's one of the few of my things that don't have a date on it which is sad! It's short, weird and that is why I kinda like it!

Anyways, here it is, and it's untitled:

The world is black and full of horror
It is behind me, it is in front of me
It is beside me, it is within me
The darkness is ever-consuming
I cannot leave it
Yet I cannot find light.