From whence and back to,
All our destined journey.
Driving from the big city north
Watching traffic peel away
Leaving nothing but you and it.
Caution and freedom.
Evil magic is always called dark.
Blindness. The unknown.
To lose a sense so important to most
Creates stigmatic fear.
Black is called:
The presence of all color.
The absence of all light.
Color is beauty, though so is light.
Maybe it's the knowing light
Prior to traveling in darkness.
Does stillness equate with darkness?
Stillness is peaceful,
But for that sometimes
Quiet is "too quiet."
Equally peaceful and frightening,
Sleepless nights under our comforters
Rebreathing our expulsions
Minds trying to steer clear of boogeymen under the bed.
Eentually we find rest
By tiring ourselves out
Another journey to light.
Another given and taken for granted
Level of cycles.
Darkness teaches, just as does light.
Is there a darkness that does not also carry within
A point construed as light?
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