"She come's quiet, still as the night.
She come's abrupt, like the speed of light.
She respect's no one, yet loves all in sight.
She appears as pain, relief or strief.
She gives meaning to your worth.
She is the beginning and the ending to life.
She reminds us, that we were born to die."
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They say light brings warmth.
They say believe in the light for it gives hope.
They say darkness is the embodiment of evil, and the light originated in order to purge it.
They say darkness makes one mad.
Yet... Yet I could not bring myself but refute all those claims.
Because for me, darkness holds a totally different meaning. For me darkness has been my world.
Darkness is something profound, something special. Something which even the one's born in the darkness could not help but marvel, something so special that even the light which call's itself the bane of all darkness could not touch.