Dark. Light. Distinct by themselves. Basic. You welcomed one, feared the other. One is a representation of bad, and goodness represented by the other. Each having a concept that assigns our reaction towards them. Differently in essence but in symbiosis: one cannot be with the other.Specific. Definitive. Then.
Here it is now: dark and light on my hand. Bad. Good. Once. Unexpectedly they were indistinguishable. Things were becoming unclear. Confused.
The dark was still an enigma. Mysterious. Distant. Hidden. Something to be scared of. Then I grew up. Increased in years. Became larger. Wisdom may have took some time but my comprehension of things became wider. Became aware of. It’s not really simple anymore, not even definitive. This dark and light charade. And in between, I became fearful of the light.
Sad really. This retreat from the light. This fear. The light brings out a revelation. And in here requires a stronger survival. It is here where everything is revealed, or seemed to be.
Eyes closed, there’s only blackness. A reminder of my deepest thoughts. Of my secrets. Eyes open, there was only the world that didn’t know it. Bright. Inescapable. Somehow still there. Cruel. Unforgiving.
