To fall from my mind and land on the paper. .
The vast vortex of darkness rips and gnashes at the white light. It tries, continually, to pull her into it’s depression. Always waiting on the outskirts for a small crack, for any weakness that she may show. Though it may appear as something ugly, the battle resembles a well rehearsed dance. The dance is deceiving, yet beautiful. She knows without the darkness, she couldn’t be a white light in this universe. The polarity of life is resembled in this twisted masquerade. She is thankful for the balance she has found in the dance, but knows that it is a constant battle that will continue for her life, and long after she is gone.