or despite the odds, is the light piercing through the shadow.
that my friends, is the rub.
if there is room for light i cannot succumb to the darkness. and yet in the darkness i connect more closely to my loves lost. this rub hurts. i learn (over and over) things are never black white in this world, simply varying shades of grey. the in-between between dark +light,… between here and there. the nothing between everything. but the rub.
i long for black and white.