|| Noun ||

The world loses it’s light

When the sun goes to sleep

And the wolves come out to play

With our cubs they nip and creep

Yet we rejoice in it’s loss

Every night and dawn

As though embracing the darkness

Does not entail anything to be mourned

Funny then how we avoid the people

We point out to be vizards

Standing on our high horses

Justifying with our double standards

In my darkest I excel

Yet I shroud myself in light so the false heart cannot tell

For if I die in this heaven of hell

Who would offer to die along with me as well?

– a.h.


We only believe in the falls that are the prettiest, choosing to shun those that scream the loudest. If those that bare their secrets while the rest of us participate in the masquerade are the most genuine faces, why then do we not celebrate their darker souls? Hypocritical, aren’t we? 

” She had blue skin,

And so did he.

He kept it hid

And so did she.

They searched for blue

Their whole life through,

Then passed right by-

And never knew. ”

– Every Thing on It, Shel Silverstein


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