Yin Yang

A part of me belongs in the dark. It’s quiet and no one is around. Sometimes it gets cold. Sometimes I light my own fire. It’s okay to be alone when alone is when I feel free.

A part of me belongs to the light. A divine feeling when all around me is chaos. Sometimes we need help surviving the dizziness. Sometimes we just stop spinning and smell the daisies.

I no longer feel the purpose of life. Life just happens to survive around me. Sometimes I want to fall like the leaves and grow back differently. Sometimes I want to be the wind to help push aside ominous things.

The comedy of it all is all these trinkets can cause both darkness and light.

S. L. Cline