Between the scream of light and the whisper of shadow, I am the echo that never finds silence.

There is no mercy on the dark side, only a force to make us face our fears and desires.

The light does not free me, it torments me. It is only in the shadows that I feel whole.

Some skies match the hues of they night and echo the sound of they voice. Some ricochet every thought of darkness because it has no choice.

I walked into the ocean. Not to drown, but to be held by something reluctant to let go.