Some memories are like toxic air, invisible but throttling you slowly little by little stiffening its grasp.
And as life goes by you give every inch of your breath to make that curve look like a smile.
Painting the facade more muddy with the last drop of blood running into the veins and then remains nothing but emptiness.
Like a dark lingering tunnel.
Nothing but nothingness,
But still when nothing else is left,
the soul never leaves.
Listen! because like a streak of light fills the murky dungeon, the soul speaks and resonates within the Hollowness.
And it will make you realize that the battles are important and so are the memories for struggles turns you in a warrior but the memories makes you a survivor.