A depressing companion.
When our eyes first saw light, we both took it in, we both saw something besides our warm, dark home. Today we walk together, looking at the world. Hungry for anything to forget the cold light.
Around this globe we move, searching, hoping and yearning for a release. One day, we’ll be welcomed back to the warm dark. How long must we wait? Why must we wait?
Who am I to argue, when we are one in the same.