Darkness fills fully feelings and, as well, follows, follows, follows.
Light’s lacking leaves life lackadaisical.
Cogitations turn to chaffering regarding how much bright may break into determined depression.
Are feet standing in death?
Are eyes espying life?
Randan on the theatre’s screen seems stimulating until sun’s radiation blinds senses exiting towards parkeds, but only a sliver is necessitated to become a liver.
Some swevens sail adventures around appealing archipelagos.
Other dreams root themselves in freedom’s reach—like that of a lea’s breeze.
Take advantage of a will that works: Some are stuck in place save for luck, but for most, the key to a life lit starts by never leaving the blinds completely shut. ; )