Through dark times

There’s dark and then there’s darkness. The former being a transient qualitative attribute of the environment that surrounds us, the latter being a state of being that engulfed us with its cold grip.

It’s when we go through dark times that we’re able to recognize the taste of darkness, being bitter, hopeless and surprisingly still. Navigating through the quiet sea of sadness that marks the border between an ill sanity and the freedom to be able to fly over skies of madness we discover our inner self. The universe unveils it’s roots and transfers the energy made of true colors to their descendants. The fabric of resilience.

Going through darkness is scary. Words can be weapons, and feelings of affection can transcend space and time reaching the unimaginable, caressing the vulnerable part of our souls.