To write is to release the soul. So write. What right have we to leave a thing of such beauty bottled within ourselves?
From now until eternity meets its end, you will walk by faith and not by sight.
The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.
The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.
Such a distant, forgotten thing, this Light.
Am I your weakness?"
"Of course you are.