I reach out and touch the source of my pain floating in the dark, uncertain abyss within, and a creative spark is alchemized into existence, fusing me back together. The menacing silence carrying the kind of ambivalence that precedes doom turns into a tranquil blanket of silence. There’s a difference in the overcast that hides a brewing storm, and the one that heralds rains longed for. The darkness that you remain present in lends you a place to rest your eyes. Unity in the dark protects.
Fragments in the dark are inherently threatening. They hint at broken promises, a betrayal, an omission of truth, an absence of light, an unanswered call to go back home.