Has anyone ever noticed how people only love the ocean when the sun is out? Once darkness settles, breeze kicks in, and sharks come out to play - no one wants to swim among it's waves. And I hope I have never made someone feel like that... As if they're only admirable in light. As if their darkness wasn't worth exploring. Because it's when the sun sets that I sit on the shore, and stare at the ocean in awe.
I See All Your Light, I Love All Your Dark
