When the brightest, strongest light is slowly, but surely, shrouded. Darkness has everything underneath its thumb, and things start to make sense. The darkness we feel everywhere is suddenly in the sky, hiding the light we once felt entitled to, and lost along the way. And why should the sun ever come around again? Since when do bright things come around again?

But it does.

As sure as the darkness has its moment, the light will come back, always.

Luciana, 29