My mind keeps searching for a synonym for darkness.
Something that captures the breath of dark. It is a biting, steely, breath that gasps in strangulation. Something that captures the smell of darkness. It is the stench of rot. Something that captures the feel of darkness. It is the feeling of the lake bottom meeting your feet – slime touching your skin and a knee jerk reaction. Something to capture the space of darkness. It is the clammy recesses of a cave…it is the furtherst, tiniest, crevice where rock and earth’s dregs are joined…it is the fracture of the interior that only allows for your fingernail to scrape against it picking up the mire.
My soul is not meant to dwell here.
In this moment I choose Love.
