Created in A5, using graphite pencil

When there's so much more comfort in abyss, the darkness not accepted by any but the only place giving the life that's sucked away from within.
When every step to oblivion pushes thousand memories of awareness, betrayal, rejection, ignorance and imposter.
Do not ask me, what is my happiest memory ? Despite the faintest blur these memories are a treasure not opened by any.
I might make up a possible happy memory but never leave a shadow of the treasure that is my only salvation keeping me stuck in this valley.