| Have you ever wondered where the darkness comes from? It has always been there, that darkness. But have you ever wondered exactly where the darkness comes from? |
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Every night we lay to sleep, falling into the darkness. Always when we fall asleep, closing our tired eyes upon the world at hand. |
| The darkness...always there, always comforting. I close my eyes, and I find solace within. I find remedy to my ills in darkness, in what I cannot see nor understand. I know I truly do not have the hope of understanding that darkness, but I still ask 'Where'? Should we not we all? It is within our nature to ask, to be curious. But never have I heard someone question the darkness. And now the that question echoes through my mind. So, in answer to that question, I sit here to write, to write my own thoughts of darkness. |
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| Just as the trees wave all alone in the gentle breezes, so do our minds wander the darkness. We may do so alone, but our fate is shared by all those who breath and sleep. We all wander the darkness behind our closed eyes, all of us wander without a clue as to our ending. Perhaps this darkness is what can bring us all together...? We may never know, unless we keep asking 'Where?' Still the question burns to be answered. |
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| Every night I lay to dream, of wonders and joy, of all the things I cannot find in true life. And those colors, those sights, come out of darkness. They are borne of complete darkness, balancing that which created it. So, if my hopes and wishes, my desires and fantasies are coming to play, coming to life out of this darkness of mine, then what might that mean? Surely those dreams are created by my mind? My mind and mine alone? And if my dreams sprung out of the darkness, then what might that say? But everyone knows the darkness. Witnesses the darkness each time they close their precious eyes and sight upon the ever-chaning world. So why would my dreams be coming to life out of the darkness everyone can see? |
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| But perhaps...? Maybe... Perhaps and maybe the darkness is different for all who wish to notice the difference. For certainly there must be a difference between all who live and breath and love. It sounds plausible that my darkness is of my own, and mine alone. I can remember as a child laying awake at night, watching the shadows in the corner gather. And I could sware that as I watched the shadows, the darkness, only grew darker, larger. For some the darkness is strange, frightnening, or they just do not wish to know. Some just do not care, or have never asked. Some are even afraid once the light dissappears into the holes of darkness. But forever shall the darkness be my comfort, my solace, my balm. |
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| Sunflowers by the side of a dirt road... Dead sunflowers, barely able to hang onto the dry stems... Unremarkable in all senses. What is the point of stopping by the road to look at flowers? Let alone dead and ugly ones? Yet they drew me. These flowers, this plant had gone into its own darkness... Leaving the world behind for good or for ill. Darkness hung about the plant, darkness heavy and rich. But the wind blew, taking with it the traces of that darkness to lands far, far away. |
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| It seems that there are many forms for darkness. So many forms that to count them would be useless. Each form is as strange as the one before and even stranger than the one to come. The question of 'Where?' can be asked of all, but who knows if the answer will be given. Perhaps we shall never know where it truly comes from, but we can at least let our minds wander the great expanse of the unknown blackness. For me, even when I am awake, I have my own darkness about me. All I need to do is turn a deaf ear to the world about me, and the colors and scenes of my dreams and hopes come bounding into my eyes and heart. Forever shall I reach out to that darkness, just like how the ivy forever reaches out towards the fabled sun... |
| All pictures above and the background were made by me. Please ask before using. |
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| And in the darkness of my this page can be found a bit of color created out of my own darkness... |
| Name: Makura Gender: Male Color: Black Mate: None yet! |
| Our guardian came from HERE Our dragon came from DK |
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