I find myself Following a BF to a trap spot where the rule is simple. No light just pipes I'm not able to move or go anywhere else so I lock my mind mind on mof thought. Laughter sends warmth to the room. At the moment nothing seems to be so hopeless. Without a minute which is actually hours. The old lady who's trapped in an addiction that allows all who come to get inside. She's stuck on the realization her lamps are busted because light goes on in her mind as her high fades.There's no lights because she let others break her lights There's nothing left but the lampshades. I help her figure the puzzle out. "Everyone get the Fuck out" she says Out in the cold again, my mind thinks it's my pleasure to hope she won't lose her light again | Quote by Melissa Johnson