Innocence was a rare thing in such a horrid world. The damned craved for just a glimpse, even a little taste of the pure. The light. Everybody knew the darkness overcame the light, maybe letting it shine for only a few hours. Just like the day and the night. I do love the fact that the night cares about the day just enough to let it shine in speckles. Enough for it to be content with the trauma it causes. There's always a yearning for good in the bad, no matter how small. Started | May 20, 2016