Everything works on the outside, but on the inside nothing works right. The eyes are trained to see suns and moons, colors and shades, landscapes and beauty. But all I see is darkness. Rain. Black. Blood. Dull. Scars. Nothing is colorful. For me it is black and white and red. I don't see the beauty that others see. I see the beauty in the things that scare them. Everything was bright and then all ...