• cherrynessie 7w

    When I go away
    It calls me back
    I hear it
    It asks me to see it's beauty
    The beauty of darkness
    Because it is
    Beautiful in it's own way
    You can find all colours
    Yet nothing in it
    It is complete
    Yet incomplete
    But in it
    You could feel
    Your ownself
    In the most beautiful way possible.