Outside, there is a darkness that looms over my terrestrial world. I know that the reality is that there is not a complete absent of light. My eyes show me the faintest glimmer of the suns flames luminous, courtesy of their reflections off of the crescent moon. Upward, the sky is not black but is beautifully enveloped with the darkest of blues. And throughout the endless sea of blue, stars shimmer and twinkle with an abundance of infinite potential that is seemingly only limited by the boundaries of one’s imagination.
At this very moment, though, my mind finds itself within its darkest hour trapped without any regard of the beauty of the night. Instead there is an endless dark, allowing the imagination to overwhelm with fear, manipulating the mind’s perspective. My mind’s reality only sees the world outside devoid of all warmth and compassion. A world filled with creatures that find an advantageous purpose in the cold, unforgiving, and desolate landscape.
I long for her presence, so full of warmth and light. When her sun graced my eastern skies with eternal beauty, I willfully succumbed to the promise of comfort and joy. A world filled with the unwavering belief that the sun would rise as my mind had known it to do so many times before. Alas, these feelings are now merely the remnant projections from my mind based upon the memories of a world that I once imagined.
The dark has shown me that it was only my imagination that arose her eternal sun. My mind has been released from the splendor of its own imagination to finally see the reality of the world around. I fear now that the reality of my world will only ever be eternally dark, constantly imaging a day where her beauty and light would once again be bestowed upon me. For outside my terrestrial world is dark, manipulating the mind within it’s darkest hour with the remints of a sun rising in the eastern sky to fill my life with warmth and beauty no more.
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