Light - Poem by Albert Witz
As I low here contemplating consciousness. I find that my eyes are open wide and in spite of all the darkness, I can clearly see the light off in the distance. The light grows dim as my eyes grow weary from straining to see so far away. What could possibly be the source of such luminous energy? You notice that my attention is elsewhere as your words fade away into nothing. You're still speaking, but no noise escapes your lips. All is lost in the light far beyond. Beyond me, beyond you, beyond the very fabric of time and space, this light floats. My life has been for naught until now. For as the light in the distance grew dim, something inside of me began to yearn for more. More in life, more in love, more... Light. I wanted that light more than anything else. In this dark, cold, wasteland of a world that light showed promise. The promise of restoration, healing, a new beginning.
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