Finding the light

LIght

I stroll down the street of my neighborhood, arms folded across my chest. It is a cold night. Everyone has hit the haystack. It seems I am the only one outside by now, trudging on this path. And the moon that hung right up in the sky.

I check my wrist watch. 11:45 p.m. quite late to be wandering about. But I cannot sleep. My mind feels unease and heavy.
it calls to me to seek. To seek light. As if the darkness is dominating my being and light is essential.

But where do l find the light?

I take the turn to my left and continue walking.

But what if I never find the light? Will I become something— like an evil or servant of the dark or anything beastly?
Is it even true that darkness is evil or bad as they say? Why do they fail to acknowledge that it is just a colour— Black and nothing more? After all, black things are rather fitting and beautiful.

But I rather follow my heart. Mabye the light has a significant role on my being.

I stumble upon a strong object and fall. An l arrangement of stones it seem. " Fuck! Kids"

Then l see it afar. The light. It draws nearer to me, becoming brighter, and illuminating my environment.

" Eventually, " I said, grinning happily, " We find each other."

A manly voice trails from behind the light: who are you?