01-29-2015, 12:00 AM
Oh this night has eyes and is ever watchful.. it sees everything and never forgets a single moment. Like the black of all colours, it is, like the black that absorbs all light. It knows all and sees all, and in the the void of this life, this light, this colour, exists the place where all is dead, and all is captured, a fire sustained, reaped and gained, every direction and outcome maintained. And not. Yes for freedom place must hold absence, and ought, not, to be. For light to cast freely in the void of shadow. For the space of which eternity flows is the emptyness where anything goes. And where there is nothing anything may flow. Anything, everything, and nothing the darkness shows.

