I write for what writing makes me, a freed soul, finally free of masks.
I used to write dark, but life is twisty and sometimes light gets shoved in at unexpected places.
Love does.
Not love, but the space in between love and hatred.

Or now, the only place love an exist is in between obsession and depression.
Between anger and fear.
That's where I live now.

Or did live.
Now, I am learning to laugh at myself,
find beauty in the sky,
and love realistically.