Does this Darkness have a name?
The darkness has finally clasped us under its cloak of coldness. Words said and regretted, words said and meant. The darkness never unfolding, just gaping deeper into every small break of the epithelium. Push till there is nothing else but rebound. And when there is no rebounding, a flat line like no heart beat suggests that there is nothing more than just remnants. Or a body that needs to be put into the ground. Remnants that could grow, but probably won't. Remnants that would grow but would only cause further destruction.Or there could be nothing left. You leave the body into the soil and remember what was. ' Nothing lasts forever.' To sit down and fight for remnants to grow, that won't happen. Things regenerate when they have the ability, but you author, only have the ability to nurture from others and destroy them. 'All along theres only one thing common in all scenarios One person different people. Always one person remains the same' Whose fault is it...