YOU.

You're almost healed from one the most traumatic experiences of your life and you're living, actually living a life better than it was earlier. Now what? this isn't even the start. Now that you're in this place , you start to feel invincible, you start being forgetful, you start feeling numb to the same pain you faced but you do remember it's essence.

It's happening to you again, you might not see it straight away. You're a puppet of your own fate, puppet of your own wants. You cannot see that you're turning into a vessel, an empty vessel that wants to contain something, and the only thing it wants is pain, deep pain, that'll make you emptier than you already are, it's never enough, never ending.

You keep getting attracted to simplicity and broken pieces, you feel powerful and make the mistake of thinking that the situation is under your control, which completely isn't.

You want to become a healer before even knowing that this thing won't be able to heal itself. You dig into things deeper and it's already dark, you remember how you used to be afraid of the darkness. As time passed it became your peace, isn't it? but there are people who'd choose dim lights over complete black out.

NOT ME, I prefer darkness more than anything.

Somewhere amidst that darkness you get used to the peace and happiness it's providing you. You're pleased, you're ready to accept it completely, you're ready to look into the restricted part of yourself and forget it completely, you step up courageously, you're scared but it feels nice, that's when you drop a piece of yourself in that dark pit you're getting addicted to. You don't notice that a part of you is already missing. You keep walking and walking. It's not so dark anymore, it's morning, not good that's for sure. You don't like the light and try to hide behind a rock, a giant rock.