Truly, we live through some of our darkest thoughts, skeleton visions, over shadowed lows, too deep to be understood. It’s marvelous; through these moments, our light dominates, breaks through. When it rains, our grass is greener, vision is clearer, we are rivers, we are life, forever in allegiance with gravity. Our darkness, in whatever form, brings two hands together to a touch, a bond, that will never be broken; from delight or pain, to the comfort of a poem. We don’t need the answers of our experiences, but to embrace and be enlightened, to laugh in astonishment, because this is our journey, and the journey is everything.