´Why so gloom`?

Listening to the songs whish around in my head, the feeling of love and compassion throwing themselves out. The sadness overcoming in my brain, saying ´there is no room for you, get out, this is my turn, and I am never letting go.´

Thinking that maybe, I could leave it in there, as I find it hard trying to get it out, why not suck it up and carry on. and trust me, I do, most days. but sometimes it can get too much, to hold out and keep a tight grasp on my life.

the sound of the wind outside, blowing around, trying to get through the small cracks in my window panels. Blooming trees throwing up flowers and beauty in every stretch of branches.

The bed laid, made, straight, never slept in. the footsteps growing small with no sound beneath their spots. the clothes hanging, wrinkled on the hangers. colors drained out, the joy and happiness vanishing. The shoes screaming to the figure in the room, ´wear me!´. The figure moving around in the darkness, as the steps of darkness cover the room. No light anywhere, the feeling of coldness, sadness, and loneliness overcomes everything in the room.

when all is lost, the figure snaps out, staring into space. they reach a shaky handout, trying to grab the object. thinking that it didn´t work, the arm comes back to the body, bringing up a small colorful fabric in one hand.

a small smile breaks free, eyes bright and big, arms shaking with joy, as the room started to light up with brightness and color. starting with the window, to the clothes, to the crinkled, slept in bed, to the door, and right back around to the shoes on the floor. the figure, still black, touches every color object in the room to gain the color back in themselves. desperately, frantically, reaching for help, the figure falls to their knees on the floor. in the corner of their eye, they see a book, with a yellow front, and an orange head girl with a bright smile across her face. memories, love, happiness, the feeling of home, flood into their brain. slowly the brightness drowns the figure from head to toe.

finally, the figure is full of color, as the wind blows in from the window panels, singing to us all. helping us all. needing us all. loving us all.