The War Between the Lights
Sometimes, I think too much. I am woken by the silence throughout my house. Unleashed in this emptiness are my oldest memories, coldest thoughts, and most harmful stories. They pull at me relentlessly, stretching my mind beyond its own comprehension and leaving me helpless. Today, they have taken me down to the beach at 4 AM. Laying paralyzed by my thoughts, the sand cradles my body and the moon begins to spread its luminance across the night sky. Across the horizon, you can see the sun’s vibrant reds and oranges emerge. They melt into the sky and obscure the white crescent that had lit up the...