Darkness or luminosity; Excess of either is haven to secrets.
The latter being divine, the former being it's veil.
'One is ought to dwell in darkness in order to see the light unveil.
Being torn is quite different than being shattered. Tearing distributes you into halves; each half keeps its individuality.
Whereas, shattering spreads you out into meaningless pieces of a meaningful picture; taking away your individuality.
Your torn halves trap the light in between the empty space letting you see on the other side of you; guiding you towards you.
On the other hand, your Shattered bits act as a mirror, Bright on the outside and dark on the inside, reflecting any light which ever falls on you showing a way to others and not you.
Shattering breaks you away whereas tearing opens you up and apart.
You will find light in every person.
What matters is the recognition of which person's light is simply reflected after falling on you and which person's light tears you apart and makes a home in you.
Letting go of what was just being reflected is simpler than eradicating what has always been a part of you.
"Who are you? What is the reason behind what you have become today?"
I asked out of my growing curiosity.
The two halves of this world; day and night; were now being merged into one another, slowly and then all at once.
No reflections, no shadows, no glares, no nothing.
Only a majestic meeting of halves, trapping light inside them and God knows how many secrets the sky gulped at that time.
I watched and watched it until it made me ponder upon my own and her existence.
"I am everyone I have ever came across in my life. I am everyone I have ever seen directly into the eye.
I am everyone who has ever influenced me."
She paused to admire the sky escalating towards the darker half, Tiny specks of light could be seen impregnated on a black blanket.
"Some turned me black only one left me gold. Some passed right across me, only left his bits.
If someone discovers me, he will remember the gold bits. In the remembrance of gold bits will my dark places will be recalled and so will my memory be preserved."
She sighed.
"I am nothing yet I am everything."
She exclaimed a conclusion.
The night was going young as it had stolen another secret. Soon it was going to meet it's other half and bury the secret in illumination.
