Chaos continues to circulate inside a cell which wasn’t meant to produce order. Even in the darkest of nights peace becomes abnormal, and silence becomes a luxury. Yet still I patiently wait on your light to free me from a condition that is absolutely void of any illumination. Because of your vividness, joy invades a condition that was once grim. Easiness subdues a state of unruly thoughts, brightening what once was empty. I dream of you at night when clouds cover the sky hoping you feel my presence of mind. It’s only a matter of time until I’m basking in your brilliance, embracing you without restrictions. Due to the steel fans and brick wall, it became hard to generate the light I once had. And yet you recognize this unselfishly sharing some of your own to spark a dying star back to life.
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