He doesn't remember the last time he felt the sunlight on his face, or when the clouds were parted. He's stuck in the eye of a hurricane, and you are a clear summer day in some warm paradise he wishes he could stay. You have felt the awakening, though you didn't understand it. He calls to you, though you don't know who he is, and he doesn't know who you are- yet. He is your darkness and you are his sunlight.All Rights Reserved