My relationship with the dark is just as intimate as my contract to the light.
In fact, I think I may have had an affair with darkness.
Oh, how I adore the blindness.
For even now,
As devoted to the light as I am,
I am hungry for the shadows.
The grace of sight is quite nice
but
The cold tendrils of a cloud I once loved has me swooning and begging for more.
Just trying to make sense of this human life and let my stories breath outside of my body.