Every Time I look into your eyes, all I see is darkness. Every Time I try to talk to you, you stare at me, causing my blood to freeze. I don't understand what made you this way, but I have a feeling it's because of me. I want to help, but I know that if I try, you'll run away, just like you did last time. When you walk past me, I see despair, sadness, anger, confusion, and frustration. The more you walk past me, the more the shadow consumes you. I want to pull you out of the darkness and into the light, but I'm afraid that if I try, I'll be consumed by the shadow, too. From now on, I won't try to help you, because if you want to be helped, you must ask. But until then, I'll just keep walking past you, and hop the shadow leaves.
In the Shadow
February 17, 2011