The true beauty of darkness is that it forever remains eternal;
It is inevitable, it will occur;
Nothing lasts forever perhaps except maybe the darkness;
It is the before and the after light;
Raining in its own lands till the time comes where the end arrives,
And darkness what it had been so long denied;
In the simplest things like the dying of a candle,
These facts can be seen to have taken root;
But darkness is conniving,
Patient in its way that it seizes,
The opportune moment to be there the very instant the light has vanished from the world;
This can be difficult to understand as humans cannot fathom,
What there would be when light vanished had there not been darkness;
There would be nothingness,
A term in itself that is neither logical nor correct when defined in human form;
Where there is either darkness or light,
There can never be ‘nothing;’
The human mind sometimes looks past the shadows and claims there is nothing,
Should they have said there is nothing but darkness would that be considered correct?
I cannot imagine nor could any human I suppose.
Their minds weren’t built that way,
They do not function in a fashion that allows them to picture a world with nothing,
When there can always be darkness;
The common mistake of darkness for nothing opened farther corners of their mind;
The moment the word itself was created ‘nothing’ had no purpose but to linger in the shadow of darkness,
The gap between dimensions,
What the mortals couldn’t fathom or see,
What they couldn’t rely or understand;
The term ‘I said nothing’ remains a lie,
Everyone uses it and though it is in fact on some level wrong,
Their minds register it as a proper response,
For it could not be said any other way;
When thought about, ‘nothing’ seems like a truly terrible place, thing, or being,
For though it is a noun this is all we can decipher about it;
But this is just a rant,
How strangely the wheels within my mind turn in a state of haziness or unconsciousness.
