everyone's asking about the dark sides of flights BUT what about the light side of shadow
Well now I gotta write this like a gothic of course
- At times the forest seems thicker than the fog but that is a boon during monsoons. Find the path the trees lay out for you and walk under the canopy while the rain barely pierces the leaves. The most pleasant strolls are ones during the greatest storms
- The enveloping darkness is suffocating but you cherish what light peaks through the bramble. When the night reveals your first sun rise, it is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen
- Never fear the confusing shadows as the mushrooms will light the path. Ask them to take you home and they will always know the way
- The value of touch and sound is instinctual and you will forever know the dainty way she steps, the heaviness of his breath, and the comfort of closeness in the dark
- Something about the ruins beyond the hills sparks your interest and you visit regularly. Amid crickets and whistling pines, you feel a peace you’ve only known in dreams
- Voices often escape the thickets but they are only jokes you’ve heard a thousand times and tricks you know the secret to. Often they will tell you things you need to hear. You are worthy, you are valuable
- Your bed is of thorn and driftwood. The scent is strong and dusty, your hovel cluttered and cramped. The worn blanket you pull over your eyes is dotted with diamonds and the stars welcomes you home
