Anew sounds enticing, rejuvenating; Because people show you only the light.
You don't know their process, their excruciation.
Then coming to think of it.
We can't see darkness, we only see light. Darkness is nothing but a portrayal of a lack of light.
But we fear the paucity of illumination.
Even a falling leaf in the dark races my heart, spurred by the lost of stallion reign of the sanity, of my mind.
Then you might ask, why was I dwelling in obscurity.
Because in radiance I find my distractions,
so to sort my thoughts, to calm my dejection,
I block the rays.
And the situation, or shall I call catastrophe, can have my heart, soul, mind, body and whatever else I have to offer.

No this is nothing to worry about.
It's nature.
Or is it turmoil?
The diabolic side of nature.
Aye, I don't know.
All I know is prelims end in three days.
But there's this sudden thing in me,
I want it to linger.
Perhaps because I draw us a parallel.
You don't seem to read my mind.
And you don't seem to read between the lines.
Can you read at all?