Your wispers were made of light..
The words you wispered would let me see the light with memory..
How I remember it clearly..
We bring darkness with us everywhere. In any light we cast a shadow behind us..
Even the most pure cast such darkness..
The closer you get to any light the bigger your shadow becomes behind you..
As I write my shadow writes with me..
My words are made of darkness, while his are made of light..
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
Your wispers were made of light..
The words you wispered would let me see the light with memory..
How I remember it clearly..
We bring darkness with us everywhere. In any light we cast a shadow behind us..
Even the most pure cast such darkness..
The closer you get to any light the bigger your shadow becomes behind you..
As I write my shadow writes with me..
My words are made of darkness, while his are made of light..
