Dhuraj

Nearest the void, closest to light,

Nearest the knowledge hidden from sight,

Not from the mind, but from the eye,

It's hard to tell a truth from lie.

Sunlight never breaks through the clouds. Everything resembling foliage is black as night to try to soak up what diffuse light makes it through. It rains most days... I wish I could say that was the worst of it. It's not easy to keep up hope here, and yet somehow, I do. Just enough. Maybe I'm just tricking myself, but I swear it feels like something else is trying to keep me going. I wish I could tell if it wants me to keep going because there is something bright at the end, or if it just wants to keep me from leaving this place and ending the torment.