A dark time. A dark life. No meaning ot anything. WE walk around with our heads down. Not letting the world in. Not careing if the world needs us o not.
We are alone with our thoughts. Not knowing theres someone for us. Not knowing if Amore will ever find us. Not careing realy. Until we are alone. We cry. Not wonting people to see it. Not wonting people to see our pain.
So he goes around yelling at his family. Wearing all black. Radio blarring. Cursing the world. Cutting out the pain.
Until one day. A light. A very dim light. Pecks threw the creaks. Of our darkness we have made ourselfs. We talk....