Prologue
Archangels Ignite Hope.
It was early.
Too early.
Aggravatingly early.
I hated days like today.
Bright, blaring, burning
It hurt.
Too much.
I couldn't stand it.
Noise everywhere.
Walking, talking, screaming.
Too much noise.
I want out.
My body hurts.
But I'm numb.
I can't feel anything.
I prefer it that way.
No pain, no gain.
Right?
What is the point in gaining, if you just want to lose?
Trick question.
There is none.
My lungs expand, but I can't breathe.
I don't want to breathe.
I just want to stop.
Everything.
It's all too much.
Too many failed attempts.
At happiness, love, life.
I don't want it anymore.
So, just take it. All of it.
People think I'm ungrateful.
But I'm just severely depressed.
It's no one's fault but my own, isn't it?
That's what they all tell me.
I let the pressures of life get me down; all I need is a little hope.
But, what if I don't have hope.
What if I don't want it?
Sometimes inspiration ignites life.
But, if you don't see the cruel world outside of you apartment,
Where can you find inspiration?
Your kitchen sink?
Yeah, good luck with that.
It's human nature to automatically find the negative in something.
So we know that it's not perfect, that there is a flaw.
I am one of these people; the only thing I see is the flaws.
It's nature, remember.
So this is my story.
Of how my dark world, saw the light.