I felt love once. Not love as a temporary moment of heart, but an energy that flooded my very existence. It came as a blinding light, seen through closed eyes. I was flooded with a saturating warmth, as one would feel before realizing they had peed the bed. Every atom in my body knew it was love, not just my heart. My hair felt love, as did my knees, and every describable part. It came and went in a ponderous moment, leaving only its indelible mark. I think as humans we have a subconscious knowing of this, and we struggle and stumble through life in search of it. We crave it like a bee craves a flower. It eludes us, motivates us, teases us with a taste, and asks us to follow. Where does it lead? The mystery taunts me, and I will follow.

My bulb now only flickers, casting it's glow dimly with a subtle smile. Years of human toxin lay waste to it's blazing light. To shine again is to wonder why. Would the shadows truly depart or stay their place, waiting alongside your lima bean, hidden in the soiled crevasse, knowing their destiny is written, and the shadow will always vanquish the light. Light fears not the shadow I'm reminded. Light is being, and a shadow can only fill its void.