20 December 2012
He was white dusk in the blackest of days.
He was a tower of light in the darkest night.
He was afternoon sunshine that warms your back.
He was cheerful laughter in a room full of silence.
But now that he's gone there's nothing at all.
Darkness, endless, no dusk to end the days.
Nothing but me.
Nothing of worth.
Just this.
Black days.
Blacker nights.
Black Days • Opuss № I