I'm in a hallway dark to the night, light in the dark shining with out light, bright as the black that consumes me, not knowing where to go but seeing the end of the hall. to a door where i can't reach a handle for the understanding to open the door is lost to me like a child trying to do calculus. I am looking for the strength to reach the handle but getting blinded by the darkness that consumes the outline of the handle.
Morning comes, but the light is to bright to see, light so loud that it is deafening to look at, trying to decipher how a windowless room is bright as the sun, closing off all avenues of escape for i can't see to save my eyes. Looking, squinting, reaching, holding what i believe to be a door, but is actually a book, laughing at me from the pages of day and night taunting the rules of the world i live in, challenging me to be brighter than dark and darker than bright all at the same time.
to live in the light but walk in the dark. to love the dark, but lust for the light. the challenge of keeps sanity in insane mindless wonder of love drunk sober drivers. leading the way out of the day into the night that is just as bright as the day was dark and in the end
silence so loud that mountains whispers the news from peak to peak looking for places that only existed in books about nothing and speeches about everything. Library's that shout the news like systems of noise build for destruction of ear drums, with out care and with malice try to hide the truth only spoken in dark hallways where handles can't be reached.
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