Author's Note: Ryan drabble. Please review.
Darkness engulfs me, filling my life with disappointment after disappointment. Like a paradox, I don't see the colors of Newport Beach. Instead I continue to see shades of gray. I wanted to and at one point I thought I might see the blues of the ocean and the reds and pinks of the sunset. Instead I see rain pouring down, thunder clapping, lightening flashing, and me standing in the midst of it all. I stand cold and wet and lonely. I ache for someone to acknowledge me in a genuine manner. I want someone to not need me to be a hero. I realize all those thoughts of something better were stupid childhood dreams. They were fantasies made up to give children false hope giving kids something to grasp before snatching it from them. I'm grown now, and I know. I know the darkness and the pain of being alone. I know it, and it is comfortable to me. After all it is all I have experienced.
Darkness engulfs me, filling my life with disappointment after disappointment. Like a paradox, I don't see the colors of Newport Beach. Instead I continue to see shades of gray. I wanted to and at one point I thought I might see the blues of the ocean and the reds and pinks of the sunset. Instead I see rain pouring down, thunder clapping, lightening flashing, and me standing in the midst of it all. I stand cold and wet and lonely. I ache for someone to acknowledge me in a genuine manner. I want someone to not need me to be a hero. I realize all those thoughts of something better were stupid childhood dreams. They were fantasies made up to give children false hope giving kids something to grasp before snatching it from them. I'm grown now, and I know. I know the darkness and the pain of being alone. I know it, and it is comfortable to me. After all it is all I have experienced.