I have died so many times. I saw the light, I know it. But I can't deny the dark. Dying and darkness is needed to burst and make the light come through. So I know the dark and I know the light but I haven't died enough times. Not enough to be free. Can a person ever know all the light and all the dark and still be white like the light? In all this darkness I know I learned to love it. And I think there's nothing wrong with it as long as it is right. Like a darkness full of stars that means no harm. Like a peaceful room to rest in and close your eyes. I have died so many times. So I know how to die but I don't like to die in the light.