Blue

Through the looking glass

What is this light I see as I sprawl out of the dark corner of my mind? I have seen the light of supposed "radiance" and it has been my greatest illusion. The illusion that has paralyzed me into a state of paranoia, and uncertainty. But then I meet the darkness, and things seem almost PERFECT. Being in the dark has ever felt so... Right to me. But when light swindels its way to me I feel... Sinful... I dont know why... But thats just who I am. These two ever contrastory forces duke it out for the ever staking claim of my heart. Its a long war of blood being spilt. The bones are shattered of the light. And the dark has lost his teeth... But in the end... No one is superior. The are equivalent forces that eternally spiral into a tornado of woe that creates... Uncertainty... Then I crash... I dont know whats real anymore... I dont know whats ficticious... I dont even know if I am a being anymore... All I know is that I have fallen between the line of realism, and the line of fantasy. I have broke the lever that secures me between these two realms, so I drift... Slowly but surely between the lines of limbo... Then I crash... I slow down as I drift. But eventually I land... I see no light and I see no color... Nothing but absolute darkness... I think it is yet the perfect illusion. I check my looking glass, for it is a prism forged from both light of the moon, and dark from the sun... I look between its ever intersecting lines and vibrant yet dark rays and I see a vision... Perfect darkness... And I am happy... I see darkness and Im happy, I feel secure and happy. Darkness makes me who I am... And I wouldnt have it any other way...