The shadows of the day shroud my vision.
This tunnel that bridges to the end.
The end is near. O so near.
When the time comes.
All is shaken. All is calm.
But one who stands alone.
Is not alone at all.
They stand with purity and fulfillment.
The darkest days always return to the light.
The most brightest days turn into darkness.
Things never end. Things exist forever.
It may seem to be the best, but best cannot be this.
What Dark is to Light?
What is Light to Dark?
Neither may say that they complete each other.
But each still aid each other in need.
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That's pretty deep.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have to let that sink in. :)