Sitting in my dark corner of nowhere, I wept because light was illusive. I couldn't find a spark or light to see, until you entered. My world was dark and formless, a demented nightmare from an unstable mind. Nothing was good in the dark. Only sadness spoke to me.
You, a glimmering butterfly, pure and delicate, with perfect impurities, fluttered into my life. I was simply enamored by your beauty. My world had light, and the madness slowed. I looked around at the world, a new light I had not yet seen. I was surrounded by beauty and happiness, such emotion the darkness provoked. I was simply stricken, understanding the darkness was only beauty in disguise.
As soon as it appeared, it left. Like everything else, it dissapeared into the madness and chaos. I looked around, trying to perceive the world of darkness, trying to understand the beauty still. The pain overtook me, and I wept silently again. Worse than before, the delirium drove me to the edge of insanity, unable to even discern reality and deception.
She was everything to me. She made me see light in the chaos. She was my happiness and joy.
Its too bad I didn't mean the same to her.
