The Dark Light

Opening the door in the unlit corridor, was momentarily blinded by the light sunshine rays gleaming in through the windows, lighting up the passage. Momentarily, my heart skipped a beat, my feet almost stone.

My very reason for existence, the cornerstone of my soul, the only thing that meant anything in life, all flashing before my eyes. Days, nights spent soaking myself in every conceivable sound known to man, this was the one place, where I was, Me!

I proposed, God disposed. The soul cried, the heart bled, but the mind ruled. Light was still under Dark.

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