he looked down at the little black book, that he had written so long before.
it read:
you need to clear away everything holding you where you still are. go out, make amends. the darkness has ended. now try. You're free, so try.
-Love,
Jason
He put the book down, and sighed.
for so long, the phrase he heard in some obscured song, or on some random billboard; do what makes you happy, do what you know is right...
...were the only rules he lived by
but he had forgotten what happiness was.
and he no longer knew what was right.
and the book, that he held in his hands...
...the book had no meaning.
if he had read it maybe weeks before, then it possibly could have.
but now it meant nothing.
lost, in a haze of sadness.
no way to get out, other than what he knew
that didnt truly make him happy
and what he knew really was wrong...
... no longer did he weep
no longer did he feel
no longer did he laugh
or enjoy
anything
it hurt, living a lie
he could only live a lie
for so long
you can only live for so long
in black and white
when you have a heart full of color.
his empty eyes
no longer filled with sadness
or regret
or any pain
or anything
at all
nothing, nothing at all
so he again picked up the little black book
filled with dreams, hopes, hate, and every thing he once felt
and he began to write
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