In the light of things, I see shadows but where does the light come from...
I am left to wonder about in this world of light and dark seeking salvation, but where is it? Is it in the alluring brightness of the light or in the still calm of the dark?...
I wake in the bright welcoming gaze of the night sky, the moon seemingly beckoning for me to reach. I stretch out my hand to discover I am sealed I a cage of glass. I look to my right and left to find I am moved by shadows, eerie figures of the night blending seamlessly in the dark. I tried to speak but none of what I spoke of was heard. As the night grew longer it soon came to an end and with that end came light, a bright star to chase away the night and it's creatures only for me to realize myself on my bed staring at the sun leaving me to wonder, where will I go the next day
