50% Good. 50% Bad.
That's what this world is.
No one makes it out any other way.
I certainly won't.
And I consider that a blessing.
A privilege. A final frontier before endless beauty, hope, and love.
The darkness combats the light.
I kept it away for far too long.
I was so afraid.
Of the darkness. Of the silene. Of the rage.
Now... as the light refracts and breaks through the shuttered up door frames and windows of my heart.
I let myself look through the drops and see all the colors.
The entire palette.
Knowing full well that I paint a millimeter at best of this unending, glorious tapestry.
Humbled. Sober. Free.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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