All the colours, scents, shapes and patterns were taken for granted. The infiniteness of your beauty never ceased to cross my path but my eyes were as good as shut. Trapped into so much darkness, the mere sight of light was too bright. So afraid of the truths the light was to expose, I drifted further away into a paradox of thoughts. After years of exile, I am finding peace in the darkness – for only in the darkness does my aura shine ever so brightly.
And I am no longer afraid of the Light.