A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day. As I feel this reality gently fade away. Riding on a thought to see where it's from. Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come. Smoke paints the air. Swirling images through my mind. Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind. And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting. As time slips by. Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky. And I sit. And I think to myself. And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb. And it seems like it's been so long since he shined. But I'm sure it was only yesterday. . A cold chill of fear cut through me. I felt my heart contract. To my mind I brought the image of light. And I expanded out of it. My fear was just a shadow. And then I voice spoke in my head. And she said dark is not the opposite of light. It's the absence of light. And I thought to myself. She knows what she's talking about. And for a moment I know. What it was all about..