intense. blinding.
darkness that makes your eyes cry and retinas burn for color. for white or grey. for anything.
anything, but this.
how we long to glimpse with innocent eyes again.
how we long to unseal the shuttered windows and barricaded doors of our hearts again.
but fear, oh fear, today claims to be the landlord; our souls are just tenants.
some days we see light. some days we see rays of vibrant colors piercing our shadow. some days we hear shouts and songs of One whose voice sounds like rushing waters.
but not today.
but not today.
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