Without one, there cannot be the other. It is the sometimes harmonious, sometimes discordant, blend of dark and light, that stirs within our shells, creating life, creating being.
It is the dark that makes the light angelic, for it is when we have crawled from our deepest depths, that we can truly bask in the glow of glory and satisfaction.
It is the light that casts shadows, making our darkest corners apparent; it is the light that illuminates our flaws and errors for the world to mock.
Observe the ever-moving flux and flow of our twisted souls, a hopeless state of affairs. Confused and distorted are we.
Seeking peace and calm in our darkness; our cowardice at the thought of enlightenment.
Blackness engulfing, troubles disappearing, mistakes forgotten, blemishes concealed. Let us find solace in our weakness.
Let us crawl into the blackened crevices of our souls. But let light tease our toes and coax us back out. Let us not become swallowed and abused by our fears. But let us not burn and wither in the heat of ourselves.