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Have you ever witnessed a myriad of twinkling, shimmering stars in the light of day?
For the beauty to be appreciated there must be a complete absence of light.
Only then can their glow be appreciated.

The grave is but a covered bridge, leading from light to light, through a brief darkness.

The pain, darkness, and death surround me as I fall, fall through my dark hole.

They say we only fear fear itself,
but what of death and sickness,
so easy for humans to die,
and yet how we survive it all is a miracle to me.

Darkness is like a mother figure. She shelters me from prying eyes. She allows me to heal my wounds and would never tell a soul about the times I scrapped my knees only to get me back on my seat peddling again.

I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I write in the dark.

Today things are different. The darkness in the outside world has vanished, but the darkness in our hearts remains, virtually unchanged. Just like an iceberg, what we label the ego or consciousness is, for the most part, sunk in darkness. And that estrangement sometimes creates a deep contradiction or confusion within us.

A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.

You slice my tissues into thin microscopic slides for the world to see.You razor-shave sections of my brain and plaster them still pulsing across your canvas. You are an Alien lurking inside my body, laying your futique eggs of wonder. You've wound silken threads of larval cocoon around you and tunnelled down deep into my wisdom gland.

all i come home to is darkness and lonelyness, what comes next i may not know, but if my saness is gone the i will write myself to death.