Cut Off All Lights by J. Lewis Hurtal

Love is everywhere, yet, we're still so blind to see it. Those invisible beats of our chest should be trusted; Stories are bent. Some, can hurt you, some, can bring happiness; but who really knows what it will really bring.

A short brownout, a short shutting off of lights; Strangers, familiar people, lonely people, it doesn't really matter. If love will bloom it will, it will always will.