Dusk.

(Poem from my poem journal thing of 2k14 that I recently found. Yay)

Nautical twilight.

Dusk.

Yea dusk.

Our minds tend to dwell in that dark place while it wanders at night.

That one spark disappearing into a black hole.

A spark that we once grasped in our hands,

potentially lost in the depths of despair and fear.

Nonetheless, with the weight of the world embodying the very shadows found amongst the walls in a black out;

there may be hope.

Through this immense fog of doubt;

there could be hope.

There is hope.

Oh it rings through my ears.

There is hope.

There is a fire.

A beautiful fire.

There is light.

It is there.

Life is possible.

It is ours.

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