Have you ever experienced that feeling when the last, tiny bit, miniscule of hope leaves you?
Heart is just another muscle but you feel it stretch, break and fail.
When you know you have all rights to scream, yell and shout but you choose to remain silent.
That moment when you decide to start walking and wander into a world unknown, where you see the canvas you so lovingly painted once with the colors of rainbow, the flowing stream, clear sky, high mountains accompanied with flowers.
Yes, the very canvas is now on floor, smeared with black.
You want to paint over it but you have found liking to this new darkness.
That single second when your world retreated, concealed inside you and resulted into a black hole.