Some days I think of disappearing into the abyss. There are still other days where the darkness of this place seems to comfort me. Few differences are apparent between the abyss and this place. Although I know where I am I’m quite lost in direction. Dark and damp and dreary is what I call my current home. Mostly I would describe this place quite fondly as hell. But today I simply refer to it as a place with which I lay my things. Many travels have I been on and upon each I bring something back; A story for which I tell upon occasions where it is needed.  Recently I have come back to my home without a tale to tell, for this I was punished. My mind was forced into agony as I could no longer refer to the events of the day.

Within this place only occasionally are there times when color comes into it. The air fills with wonderful thoughts and quite more many tales suppressed for the time being.  Warm shades and cool shades are apparent and vivid the colors dance freely as there is nothing suppressing them any longer. Other then these times when the colors are set free to dance and thoughts are sharp and fun this place is excruciating.

I have taken upon occasion the need to sit within this place and do nothing. The daily tasks of my dreary life have become explicitly simple minded.

Something to understand is this place, this place we speak of is entirely different then the abyss. The abyss as I so fondly call it is an entirely -