Darkness

Everyone has a dark side, or perhaps a bit of darkness in their nature.

I imagine that I can see mine; coiled and waiting, filled with a latent energy. I can sense filmy tendrils of it, pulling on heart-strings; striking chords off of my very soul.

I always see things in terms of color in my mind. These tendrils are dark, filled with the red of rage and that deep purple of stayed frustration. They flow freely in rivers and streams, but (nearly) always contained by high banks and dams.

Sometimes these rivers run bank-full, droplets splashing over into the rest of my mind.

Sometimes a dam bursts.

Sometimes.

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