I’m not used to being happy for extended periods of time.
It scares me.
I look for the darkness behind the light, and I crave the light when the darkness saturates.
Maybe I should embrace my destiny knowing that the light is more bright after the dark,
And my destiny is a mixture of both.
Maybe sadness should not overwhelm me but be a cause for contemplation.
Maybe I should realize that the pain and salt of life cleanses as it burns.
But how can I accept this,
How can I accept the beauty with the pain.