Wait

The desperate walls that I've spent 17 years building around me, they're finally crumbling. The sun from outside that was never there when I first built it, had shown its sunrise through the cracks. The clouds that was always letting down tears, raining over my concrete prison, who sympathized me, have finally let free the sorrows. The wilted grass that led wilted trees spread colour at the raise of the shimmering sun. Creatures that were never in my mind, emerge and welcome me to their anesthesia hearts. I am now standing at the center of my universe. I am witnessing the change of everything that I had killed in my pass gaining back life. Everything that is in front of me takes the colour of my heart, black. But their faces, their nature, like mine, all with two perceptions. They accept it. It allows them to be human also. I built this, and yet I stored myself in the dark room. I've escaped. I am finally free. I will never, look back again.

It'll really make sense if you'd read this while
"Wait by M83" playing at the back