The people I love are loved because they are everything that I am not and know of everything that I am. They bring light to my darkness.
The darkness can be terrifying and lonely. The night has so much to take from us; our innocence, our safety, and our clarity. Wether you scream bloody mary thrice in the bathroom or walk your dog down a dim lit park in South Central Los Angeles you can feel the night creep up on your spinal column and envelop your nerves.The only trust we can parcel out reunites with these lamps, these flickering god-sends that echo from Tesla and Edison. When you walk out into the abyss and take that first breath, remember the light in yourself and what that translates to your own idea of courage. Be afraid not of the dark!