Darkness does not exist (technically speaking)
It is merely the absence f light
You cannot see Darkness
But you can not see Light

Light exists
It is all around
The world as we know it
Exists because of light

Light, even the smallest amount,
Can fill a whole room
With it's presence
Its very being

The thing is,
Without Darkness
Light has no meaning
It cannot be unseen

Darkness has to exist
To give meaning to Light
To show what it means
To be without Light

Because humans
In their very core
Need to be reminded
That without Light
There can only be Darkness

I wonder about this woman inside me, who gazes out,
Unimpressed.
I call myself a girl,
But there is no mistaking her for one.
Somewhere inside me, she is always quietly keeping tabs.
Watching, learning, predicting.
And see, she doesn't care.
Not at all.
While I am tossed to and fro in a maelstrom of tangled feelings,
She sits calm, blasé.
She has all the artful poise
Of an old time movie actress taking a drag on her cigarette in its holder
And letting her exquisite face remain aloof.
Every heartbreak that wrecks me
Barely merits a glance from her,
And I wonder what she is here for.
I really do.
See, love, I adore you
And many others I adore far more
But this woman, this cold eyed graceful woman
With slender wrists
And a penchant for raising only one eyebrow
In response to even the most shocking blow,
She couldn't care less about
Any of you.
I don't know why she is here, I truly don't.
But I do know this-
I rather crave, sometimes, the stillness in her heart.
There is a calm there that is
Unflappable
Unshakable
Unwavering.
Yes, I will lose you,
And so what?
Through her eyes people are only
Things to be lost.
Things that will fade out,
Wear out,
Get out
While they can,
And it matters not.
It is a delicate shrug
And nothing more.
The world is a yawn to her
Where it is a stab wound to me
And I admire her apathy
Almost as much as I fear it.

There was a strange moment
where time itself seemed to slow down
to a hundredth of a second
where everything was perfect.

Maybe it was just
the last vestiges of the sunset
dancing off your hair,
or maybe it was just a trick of the eye.

But for a moment,
there was perfection.

Maybe it was just,
because I like the way you smoke,
the way the colour accents your eyes,
in the mere moments that pass as you exhale.

But for a moment,
there was perfection.

Maybe it was just
because your smile ignited sparks,
that warmed me like the soft glow of a candle
as darkness started to fall.

But for a moment,
there was perfection.

Maybe it was just,
the way your voice lifted my spirits
as if nothing at all,
could make you happier.

For a moment,
there was perfection.
But for a lifetime,
there was true happiness.