Once in the dark of night,
Inflamed with love and wanting, I arose
And went, as no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose
-St John of the Cross
The day is often so busy it stunts creativity for me. Once the sun sets my imagination and inspiration come alive and bring a smile to my lips as I feel life; not in what it tends to be but rather in what it could be. An unhealthy habit that may be my vice. I have not ever completely understood the nature of fear of the dark, the unknown. The unknown calls me like a new food or wine to be tasted, a new place to smell, touch and experience. The assumptive nature that is often taken by some, when I say the dark keeps me up at night, is a refined way of identifying those who do not share a love of asking for more than what things appear to be.
I am in love with the Dark. The dark is my muse and gives without limit and has taught me that what is given is only as good or bad as the perception of the receiver.
