The shadows

thewrongmanah

Lights out. It isn’t the darkness that we truly fear, but the lights that keep flickering. Hope, coming in and then fading out so easily. The void of dreams sinking deep, beyond the abyss of reality. A dark day comes and the hope of seeing the sunlight, to bathe in its heat and feel the warmth on your cold fingertips and skin…

But it does not. It gets colder and darker by time, creeping back to the shadows. This is where redemption starts. A mere reflection of the darkness within.

 

 

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