I feel as though my mind wanders freely, wherever it so pleases. May it be the dark depths of my the back of my head, or the beautiful meadows I seem to roam day after day. Though only at night do I see the darkness. And though the hole in my soul cannot be filled, I still remain full. I can pick flowers every day for the rest of my life but nothing can rid my place of darkness, deep down Inside of me. It will remain until I die. But one day someone will shine light in to my soul, in a way no one else could. The flowers do still grow in my mind, even though the winter may come round.