Dark rooms, loud music. What used to be my therapy is now just a portal for escape. Sometimes we wonder why there’s a difference between day and night. What’s the purpose for contrast, for showing you how brightly lit the skies can be, then plunging everything you love into complete darkness.

Can you lose something you never knew you had? Who suffers more, the person who never had anything, or the person who had everything but lost it?

What’s more painful, not loving? Or having loved but lost it all?