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The flickering light searches the night🔥

Illuminating the tear soaked walls

Walls that were meant to be sad.

Will the tears ever dry? As they hang in confusion of whether or not they are real.

The light itself wonders..

Is the light good or evil?

Does it represent warmth to a cold tired soul or the brand of a demon?

Doesn’t matter. It flames on. Until it doesn’t.

Leaving the walls dark & the tears to dry on their own.

The depth of despair lies in the darkness for no one to see.

Does it exist if no one can see it?

Does light illuminate what is hiding beneath the darkness…..does the darkness only exist after it’s opposite appears?

Only in the wisps of fading strands of smoke may the secret be held…