Honest Reaction.

In a dark room, with no escape. Light centered up the ceiling flickers ever so often. The one who resides know darkness consumes with no attention to anything but itself. How shall living be carried out in such a reality? It is no wonder the only wonder ever had is for a reason. The reason believe to be courage. How can one attain a knowledge, a revelation, call it whatever you may, a power that brings forth much courage to put darkness to its very end. Should one envy the obtained gift that isn't owned?

Hopes are not set for people to understand. We come as we are, and so we leave, too. 

Thumping The Thuds.

Tapping the slight spaces between leaves of browns, causing growths beyond physicality in the deepest of grey. Child may wander between the folds of a curtain, partly drawn, partial pretense that light is imminent, from a distance to act out a dance. To maintain the field of creativity at ones' own expense.

As such as my world is now.