“What a victory it will be to taste the light again.”

But what have we learnt without the chaos?

There are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.

Even in the rain, I am learning how to find miracles.

And grace is still opening doors.

I will not operate in fear.

Honesty, love never stopped looking for you.

Are we or are we not meant to crave possibilities?

Nothing permanent grows from comfort.

Choose to make every pulse worth it.

The wound is real but so is the healing.

Would it be safe to say that I find you in every heartbeat?

In a way, hope is a type of courage too.

Love resides within each breath.

Speak good things into existence.

Using each heartbeat as a second chance.

But these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don’t keer if you die at dusk. It’s so many people never seen de light at all.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.

The visible reminder of Invisible Light.

The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

For them to see you shine, you must stay far away, for you are just like the sun, when you are too close, you light makes them blind. And when you are too far, they seek you. So let them seek you.

Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.