He waited for the black to disappear. When the dark would fade into the morning. Patiently patiently he stayed. For the hazy to turn clear. The dull to a crisp and fresh light.
But it didn't come. So he walked. It didn't come. So he ran.
But it didn't come. Fingers touched only air, black air, nonexistent air.
A complete pitch
Black where he came from. But even home could not be found.
Impending doom, and drowning feelings, they all gurgled up in his throat to strangle his lungs and stab the mind. Terror to desperation. desperation to Terror.
Lost. lost. lost...
And so he quietly...sat down. And sat. And slept..in fatigue, in sorrow, in pitiful surrender. The frenzy had passed, and though his eyes could see only black, he knew much more. No friends to save him, no family to cry. He dreamed of colors, and the past that was before.
