Darker than Black

White as clouds,

Sweet as cotton candy.

You would see me like a daylight,

But I will come like lambs in a wolf pack.

Smiles without a doubt,

You can picture me perfectly.

But sneak within my soul inside,

You'll see my thoughts are darker than black.

 

 There's this nice feeling about being a part of a tradition.

The feeling of belongingness.

The wonderful feeling of being able to contribute something worthy.

Paying it forward.

And for whatever purpose we had in the vanity of it all...

We don't question Traditions.

 ...but most of all, I hope we all heal from all the things we don't cry about, because we can't cry about it anymore, because it made us numb.