I woke up one morning, afraid, tense, frightened that the old one had left me, the part of me had vanished and disappeared. Darkness inside me, never faded away like memories walked away from my life. Are they really here? Or just darkness which made me blind. Am i real? Is this all real, the darkness, love? Photographs torn apart, memories are lost, and pieces i am left with, and love, one day it's shining down on you and the next day you're alone and its cold and dark. The one half of darkness repeats the gesture of elation, but the other side of frame is no longer joyous. But for my relief, i somehow discovered that piece of me in people's minds and in their reflection. I believed, that striving towards anything gets you closer to it. "He who thirst for truth or love, becomes a magnet for it." Reality born when you move forward to seek for it. What a person carries inside is what you see and experience. Since nothing cannot be, if you are not ready to accept it. As per Neil Gaiman said "I think hell is also something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go." What's inside you matter. Belief, acceptance, existence is what you carry in yourself and what you attract can change the whole idea and perspective.