50% Good. 50% Bad.

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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