Where else can you turn to when your inner fire is fading. When every attempt you make to keep the flame lit feels more and more like a useless struggle.
Sometimes it feels like darkness is the harsh truth. And light nothing more than a beautiful, yet fleeting lie.
Sometimes my darkness feels more like light. Because sometimes I need a little darkness to remind me whats bright.
I guess I learned a long time ago not to be afraid when I'm out at night.
So sometimes I still run back to my darkness.
Because it's always been my first light.