I sit in amazement as I am swallowed by shear darkness. A darkness beyond description. A deep dark darkness. Awareness of the depth of darkness creates my heart to pant and my mind to race just from the uncertainty and powerful loneliness within the darkness....Sitting in the deep dark.

Suddenly like a beautiful butterfly first emerging, your painted heart beats to fear and fear morphs into panic.....sitting in the deep dark.

The irony of the beautiful butterfly combined with emotions of shear panic is puzzling yet comprehensible....Sitting in the deep dark.

Panic is tranquilized into static clarity which slowly vibrates a spark...