
You are dark;
like the soil which houses all life.
Dark as the night sky, which spreads out like a canvas for all existence to be painted on.
You are like the darkness of the womb, that merges the body to the soul.
You are like the spaces in between the petals of a flower, responsible for her elegance and the curves of her beauty.
Dark,
as in rich.
Dark,
as in deep.
This is the way in which you are dark.
You are what most think light is supposed to be,
So do not fear your own darkness,
We would not breath, or gaze, or love, if it were not for it.


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