Why, how, when, what.. all these questions need to stop.

The darkness is surrounding and I must fight my way out.

I grab my sword and yell out a battle cry, for today might be the day I’ll die.

I ran forward to slash the darkness but it was all smoke until it hardened to pierce my leg.

Yes this might the day I die, but at least I have my memories and I’m human. For being human means to remember.