Light on. Light off. Light on. Light off.
On. Off. On. Off.
Bright. Dark. Light. Black.
Isn't it obscure how much you can read into the night?
The dark.
Blackness.
Blindness.
Darkness throws itself into the arms of our interpretation
as passionately as an untouched canvas into a painter's fantasy.
It has a million lines between its shades.
Thousand and one stories are lingering within it.
Countless dreams and nightmares unfold from darkness' black soil.
Myriads of hopes and anxieties hide in its cracks.
Naivety and suspicion dwell under its blanket.
Light, however, is a dog in the manger.
Light enlightens.
Light turns the colourful attires of esperance into bare facts.
Light purges the filthy garments of mistrust.
Illusions precluded.
Disillusion deluded.
Illumination unveils objects.
Objects cast shadows.
Shadows move with the sun.
And at the end of they day,
shadows blend into the night as if the object behind it had been erased.
Light on. Light off. Light on. Light off.
On. Off. On. Off.
Bright. Dark. Light. Black.
Isn't it obscure?
"There is a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth." ~ Maya Angelou
