RTY FG, CVB

I'm that type; I either hold myself tight onto one spot, or I let it all loose out of my hands, let it all drained down the pipe, flood onto the surface, hitting the rock bottom until it evaporates into a fine, evanescent mist.
I've been dwelling in a cave all this time, because there was no end to an end, seemed like the saddest movie had to end, but it didn't. I was walking a hall full of mirrors in abject darkness, my spirit dimmed down to pitch-black while neglected from outside. This was the end.