Axiom

Now, it is day. The daytime appears so utterly simple, lucid, full of light. That is only on the surface, an absurd illusion.

I move through the light, even as part of the darkness remains inside. Though I cannot see the moon, and continue to stare into its face and bare my broken soul, it is always present - omnipotent. It has become a part of me. I feel it soliciting, bewitching, permeating my thoughts. I may live in the world of sunshine and light, with my face turned toward the sun to bask in its warmth, and draw pleasure from it, but deep inside, there will always be a place reserved for the moon and its haunting allure. A deep connection that will remain there, always…no matter how long I live in the light.

Deep down, despite it all, I am a shadow-dweller. This, I cannot deny. I am not ashamed; it is who I am.