Another Solitary Day

Days come and days go, I look out my non-existent window and see a pleasant darkness. It is a kind and gentle darkness, one that lends you a hand in times of need. This day is non other than a lonely day, and lonely day with a companion known as darkness. The darkness sustains itself with loneliness. It creeps up the stairs of time, scanning memories, reliving the past. I stare into the darkness, only to see tears of joy and sadness combine with each other to make a huge memory for me to think about. Such a short life, a life full of dreams and distant smiles that are born and keep me company. And I wonder...will anyone understand this darkness? Can anyone share this pleasant cloud of loneliness? The darkness grows stronger with every question, knowing that the answer is only for one person and one person only, me. So why make others understand? No matter...I shall come to the conclusion that I am still in fact alone in a cloud full of memories. Through the darkness I hear a noise, a cricket glides his wings together, seeking non other than a mate. He wishes to not experience the darkness, he wishes not to be alone this night, he communicates with every inch of his little body to make sure the darkness stays away. But why? When the darkness is pleasant and seems to have such fulfilling memories, maybe it is the bad memories that the cricket wishes to be without tonight. Ah yes, the bad ones, the darkness fills with lightning, the cloud bubbles with rage. The past has made us who we are, but the dark cloud shows what one had to do in order to be what they are. The darkness has betrayed me, I do not care to be stricken with fowl memories. I look away, I see the world, I see myself right next to it, and the thoughts have vanished from my mind. What does this mean to me? Seeing myself next to the world, the planet that I live on, the people that live as I do everyday. I look straight ahead, I see a white wall, absolutely nothing, does this mean I can not look ahead? Why can't I just take peek? No? Than I shall not look ahead, I can not look ahead, I must not look back either, I must stop. I look around again, just back to the same loneliness, I turn on the T.V. and the cable doesn't work, I listen again, and I don't hear the crickets chirp no longer. Maybe he has found what he has been looking for, and believe it or not I have learned much from the cricket, he tried his hardest to achieve what he wanted,he stayed away from the darkness, knowing that it might betray him. We should all learn from this cricket today. I should rest this solitary mind, the mind that seeks everything to attain its main reason, though it is solitary, it is a beautiful mind...