"In another life," I say as I think beyond the stars.

The universe interrupts me, "In this lifetime.", correcting me.

I wonder beyond space and time, seeking an answer, a truth, a meaning.

And then take a look around, but I can't get my eyes off those pitiful souls.

Not that I'm any different.

Everyday, I wait.

I wait for the moment I'm not surrounded by anything other than the darkness lingering around me. The moment the souls around me leave to roam different realms.

And in that moment, can I truly be myself.

I've always been delicate, or at least that's how I appear. In truth, I have been concealing the cracks within me. I can break, but I cannot completely shatter. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't afford to.

But in this darkness, with no one around, can I shatter, break, and let out cries of pain. I'm tired, tired of being forced to appear perfect when I'm not. Even if I have to endure for years in exchange for a second of this darkness, I would.

Sunrise, the birds chirp outside and the realization that my heart is still beating, enlightens me.

Last night, surrounded by the darkness of my shadow, I thought the pain, tears, and darkness would eat me whole. Instead of fighting, I waited for them to devour me.

But the white roses in my dreams, suddenly became red, forcing me to open my eyes. Sunrise, what a beautiful view. I've been offered a second chance, another day to cherish my existence in search for the meaning of life. What a beautiful day.