They say that the darkest hours of the morning happen just before sunrise. It's a beautiful irony: darkness preparing for the light to come in.
We live in bright lights and big cities, but inside we can be as gloomy as 4 am. Today, I embrace the darkness. The past 24 hours of my life are gone and I have not seen the light of day. My eyelids are sewn into each other, I cannot open my eyes to the truth, the joy, the love, the pure blessings of life.
Someone's crying in the dark. He is not scared nor anxious. He is lost, he is sad, he is disconnected from the things he loves. He is crying because the sun may never rise on him, his eyes may never open to the bright morning star.
Someone light a candle please.
2 comments:
Feels like dying.
The beauty in dying is coming back to life again.
Even though I am meant to be many years past this childish fear, I am still afraid of the darkness.
And yet..I'd rather die and live in the darkness than see others do the same.
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