No one tells you how bright the darkest corners of your mind can be. How sweetly that voice whispers lies and doubts into your ear.
If they were dark, you would never venture into them again. They’re enticing, bright and warm, because they’re drawing all of the light and warmth out of you.
The colder and darker you feel, the more light and warmth you try to generate, until you just can’t anymore.
You need more for the same high.
The universe may be infinite; you are not.
But you are strong, you are loved, and you are not alone. So many of us are right there with you, making more light as it is taken. Maybe one day we’ll make more than the imbalance can pull.
If they were dark, you would never venture into them again. They’re enticing, bright and warm, because they’re drawing all of the light and warmth out of you.
The colder and darker you feel, the more light and warmth you try to generate, until you just can’t anymore.
You need more for the same high.
The universe may be infinite; you are not.
But you are strong, you are loved, and you are not alone. So many of us are right there with you, making more light as it is taken. Maybe one day we’ll make more than the imbalance can pull.
Stay good and keep transmitting.
-AJ Sandhu 2015
Escapades of a Bored Writer 
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