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grayscale

i used to think
that the world stinks
that there were only two colors
and i used to curse
the dark side untill
i fell into it, still
i saw the light
that was hidden from my sight
for years that i spent there
the only thing left was that i still cared
for everyone else except
myself, it was a fact hard to accept
till one day a pinch_of_hope came
and things never were the same
and then after a while, it left
but i was safe
that saving gave me a purpose
that is to help who curse
life, those who have second doubts
within themselves, those who spout
curses from their mouth
and just when i was about to go to my black and white world
i met promise which brought colors
to my otherwise grayscale life
and gave me a reason to fight
for a cause
-yakaa: jujaa
#promise(gave me a reason to fight against my own demons. thats why i love this moron)
#pinch_of_hope(rescued me from my demons once. damn i miss this idiot)
#khyampwa(had my back in all those years when i was loosing the fight against my demons)

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