Water was her favourite companion; they never seemed to tire of playing and dancing together.
Envious, i sought my own fluidity. Heedless that one day i, too, would evaporate.
Stepping outside one December afternoon i was surprised at how early it had gotten dark. "I prefer it," the light confessed. "The less distracted you are by what you see, the more quality time we get to spend together." Pausing on the front porch i had to admit it was true: i lost sight of her far too easily just by seeing.
Seeing me pondering some old photographs, she muttered seemingly to herself, "Fools... Thinking they could ever capture me."
Later, after she had departed, in the vain hope of proving her wrong, i returned to see if there might be but one photo that could illuminate the darkness.
I sat there fumbling through them for hours, unable to find even a single shadow.
Later, after she had departed, in the vain hope of proving her wrong, i returned to see if there might be but one photo that could illuminate the darkness.
I sat there fumbling through them for hours, unable to find even a single shadow.
An insect had flown into a lamp and was hurling itself against the bright bulb. Its folly drawing a wry smile.
"Don't be so smug," I heard the light admonish. "You, yourself, are similarly dazzled by your own ignorance."
I turned off the lamp and sat there, listening to myself flap vainly against the dark.
"Don't be so smug," I heard the light admonish. "You, yourself, are similarly dazzled by your own ignorance."
I turned off the lamp and sat there, listening to myself flap vainly against the dark.
Though i liked to think that we had become intimately familiar, occasionally she would just watch as i sank into what seemed to be an inevitable gloom.
"It is not despair which weighs you down and has become your burden," she once said, "for i illuminate it too."
Thus, she would state the obvious; leaving one to grope blindly toward the sound of her voice.
"It is not despair which weighs you down and has become your burden," she once said, "for i illuminate it too."
Thus, she would state the obvious; leaving one to grope blindly toward the sound of her voice.
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