Lights out

There can't always be words that tell the story, sometimes it's lost in the actions & in the actions along the path to insanity. I'm one, who's always lost for words. The feelings keep repeating, again and again, not everyday maybe, but they still do repeat. And yet again I pick up the phone and start swiping or typing or even a mix of both. But no words seem to do justice to the thoughts, or it's intensity in me. It seems like a sharp blade with a blunt tip. The intended damage may not be done, with the limited resources and even smaller set of words.

    Is there any glint of hope, or even a false pretense to offer some false hope. Right now, probably not. The lights are out, and even the flickering streets lamps seem to have run its course and worn out for good. As the faint yellow, slowly fades into pitch black, the smile that once used to be, has already turned a frown. Shooting arrows in the dim light used to be easier, when the target was huge, but now its shrunk & I've been blindsided too. What once used to be home, is now in ruins, that resemble a haunted house.