• It's pitch black here.
    I smell smoke, something's burning, a fire envelops and devastates all in it's path.
    I taste biterness, envy. I should have, could have, would have...
    I hear desperate cries of pain, the voice Calls out, they are in agony, and I smile.
    I feel hate, no obligation to help, it won't benifit me now.
    I see nothing. Not even my own hand in front of my face.
    And I realize- I'm my own worst enemy.

    It's dim here.
    I smell fresh cut grass. Greener pastures lay ahead. I walk further.
    I taste the bitterness leaving. Slowly but surely, was it ever even there?
    I hear my heartbeat racing. Excited with new emotions of hope, wondering what's next.
    I feel the destruction and chaos moving behind me, I don't need them anymore.
    I see blinding light just ahead, and It's mind for the taking.
    And I realize- I want to change.

    It's bright here.
    I smell roses, fresh baked bread. It brings me comfort and joy.
    I taste sweet milk. It's rich , creamy texture soothes my doubts and fears.
    I hear voices now, they aren't yelling or screaming but singing together as one.
    I feel a tear run down my face and with it, an overflow of emotions: passion, understainding, Love, and Acceptance.
    I see myself. Not my flaws, but my accomplishments.
    What I've done and what I can do to help.
    And I realize- This is how it shoud be.