La Vie avec Toi

So this is it . On an uncomfortable bed , in an uncomfortable gown , surrounded by an uncomfortable white wall . You were fading away - dying alone , in a foreign place with people who wanted you to live your joke of life - like it was amusing to them . The pathetic, tragic excuse of a ‘life’ you fought so hard to keep will now just wither away . It’s a bittersweet end ; at first you’d thought of your life as a tragedy - something that you wish never even have happened if it caused you this much grief - yet, later on in life , you’d matured. You were no longer naive or hopeful for the future - you’d realised your life was just a fucking comedy . You lost faith in people - distanced yourself - would rather believe in a world far away from here that you imagined instead of the sick reality people tried to spoon feed you here . Growing up , your mantra that you’d repeat like it was an absolute rule was to always look for the light at the end of the tunnel. Guess your tunnel was sealed away . But there is a light at the end of your tunnel - even if you had to reach the end to find it.The world of wizards , witches and magic was the place you imagined to run away from your cruel reality.