Searching for purpose.
The night can bring out the worst of memories, and emotions.
Without the moon to guide me there may be no way to find the path.
From far behind me a spark is ignited.
The world is crawling with light.
And the darkness fades.
Morning brings a calm that breeches the most horrific nightmare.
Without the sun the land is void of texture.
With it the terrain is reborn.
A pristine portrait of what it should be.
I shade my eyes.
Let them focus.
My mind is washed of all mud and grim.
Clear as a crystal.
Sharp as a thorn.
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