I sat in front of my room's mirror
As I contemplated my reflection
I, at least made sure I still exist
But in what way does my existence prove to the world that I am here
In a world where time and space are only an illusion,
I have always asked myself whether here and now are really here and now, still I'm getting no response
I wonder how could you bear all of this nonsense, or maybe you just don't.
one can never knows what happens in another person's life
Yet he judges him for being him.

Yes, I am a darkened soul and yes lights do scare me, for it reveals the finest  layers hided in the dust of my inner insecurities
Lights are made for the simplest minds who are not afraid of being exposed. As they got no pain deep down their souls therefore no wounds to heal in the dark.

But not me, my body is a graveyard of feelings just like the sky is for the stars.