Dark

The backs of honesty are crooked. Few can be seen as a ray of sunshine in this world, but we can all shine a piece of the dark.

A subtlety not designed to pierce through shadows but to ride them. Not a prance through cruelty, just the bearer of truth that wounds are rarely self inflicted. That creepy stalks long after being young.

Such horrors hide themselves in the light, underneath polite nods and reassuring courtesies. I now see the dark and it is a light you’ve exposed that I cannot turn off, no more than I can avert my eyes from being open.

Photo by Mariana Montrazi