nolan_void

Only in the darkness are our inner lights truly tested. I'm here again, and I can feel the weight of everything coming back in like a tide. I can feel all the old desperate feelings latching on and trying to suck me down like an overwhelming undertow. Now I pray to the light above the clouds, the light that I know exists beyond the endless grey of the afternoon sky, the warmth that lives beyond the cold and oppression of this moment. I will be a sanctuary unto myself, burning like an earthbound star with phoenix fire.

Just recently I have begun to feel a way that I thought I would never feel again, empowered by the beauty of the world and the people around me, a way that I wasn't even sure existed in me anymore. I discovered it somewhere, away from the ruins that I have haunted for so long. And now I have returned to these ruins that I would have me believe they are my reflection. They would have me believe that I am a lack of a car. They would have me believe that I am poverty. They would have me believe that solitude and disappointment, here in this place forever, compose my fate. I am none of those things, and that will not be my fate, for as long as I live I shall fight back the winter until there is never again another cold day. I am the unconquered summer.

"What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?"
-Dream