I've never seen the world around me in better clarity than when it was shrouded in darkness.
For my eyes had been closed to simplistic pleasures, and once the darkness closed in I was awakened to the vulnerability of the world.
Of me.
The fragility of my soul, threatening to break and crumble when it's too much to bear.
Everything is sunny, when you aren't paying attention. Or so you think. When you glance you don't see the the imperfections that have the power to ruin you. So when it comes, it appears to be an ambush.
But it's been a long time coming.
But the light, the beautiful light;
In its perfect serenity.
Dazzles you like nothing you've ever seen
When you're eyes are open to see it.
It makes the darkness consequential to your diminutive existence.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
I've never seen the world around me in better clarity than when it was shrouded in darkness.
For my eyes had been closed to simplistic pleasures, and once the darkness closed in I was awakened to the vulnerability of the world.
Of me.
The fragility of my soul, threatening to break and crumble when it's too much to bear.
Everything is sunny, when you aren't paying attention. Or so you think. When you glance you don't see the the imperfections that have the power to ruin you. So when it comes, it appears to be an ambush.
But it's been a long time coming.
But the light, the beautiful light;
In its perfect serenity.
Dazzles you like nothing you've ever seen
When you're eyes are open to see it.
It makes the darkness consequential to your diminutive existence.
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