Entry 3: 夜 Night

「Distinct lack of hue,

forever enveloping.

The fear sealing my silence.

Will someone come rescue me?

From this never ending night?」

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I keep questioning my apathy,

but is it just an excuse I make?

It has been five years since then,

yet my yearning for living, the same.

I look up from my notebook for a sec.

The empty park with its dim lights,

were a big difference from the station.

The dark made me nervous, yet here I am.

I got up from my seat on the swings.

I have been coming to lonely places,

to escape people, and my own thoughts.

Words keep me here, but for how long?