Growing up there was chaos reshaping the love; it was the cycle that gave us our dynamic. A single thing acted like a looming shadow as it circled our warm home. It would **** them one by one into its cold smog. I grew used to its presence; making me numb to its touch. I had to settle the rest of their souls by ridding them of the darkness. I was young but I understood pain; I saw it in their eyes, heard it behind a smile, and felt it with the lingering touch - longing to be comforted. Eventually, the shadow turn to light. The pain dissolved, but I still remember every situation I made right - the memories of the darkness still live inside me.