I long for darkness, seeking shades and shadows wherever they might be.
In times past, I swayed towards the light, basking in its warmth and rays.
Later I found myself withdrawing from it.
In the light all is seen, nothing is hidden, no whispers cos silence is drowned.
Everything illuminates, colours shine brightly, differences and indifferences are perceived clearly, noticed thoroughly.
With the sunrise, comes men and their machines, voices and unpleasant sounds, drowning echoes.
Noise and disturbances, duty and labour. Reality awakens once again, shining light on the truth that makes you, wiping clean from memory the dreams of the night, leaving fragments.
I long for night, I long for darkness, in there, it’s quiet, and whispers echo.
There, I dare to dream, I become anything I choose.
All colours seem the same, I walk freely, cos all creatures beneath the moon are the same.
No light on my ugliness, my scars are invisible, I blend in utterly, and completely.
The pretence and expectations of the day are put to rest, and freedom is embraced.
Emmalase.
Emmalase