i thought i knew how the world worked. i thought i had it all figured out. and just as i thought i could get through anything. the door slams in my face. and the only pride i take in such effortless misery is that i can type without even looking. and the words just pour out. for my mind has been left abandoned. my words stolen. my tears traded.. for now my fingers help do the talking. yes. how true that all good things come to an end. one day, i'd figure how to use colours to paint white. and then find someone who can tell me black is as grey can be. but meanwhile, my sight fades and i might not be here tomorrow. so perhaps you can enlighten me. save me that last dance, sing me that last song. in the distance, i'll fall asleep. send me gifts, of sweet nothings.. that whisper eternal peace. breathless. another head on collision.