the DARK

There is nothing more profound than the moments before and after the darkest shades of dark. Or more beautiful than the playful, brights lights flirting with this dark space & shadows. Or more compelling than the soothing cool caress of the night -once it’s morning- breeze on your face after an exasperating day at work. Or more stimulating than a small dose of inspiration after being worthless in the trance of depression, among other things.

In the dark your sorrows are deeper, your pain is most unbearable, your anxiety a murderer. In the dark your senses are enhanced and sharpened. The dark prepares you to best perceive, absorb, and reflect the light but no replication, no way to reproduce it when needed. Fuck.