Love the shadow

Invasions of light are usually corrosive to what lives in the shadows. It is easy to love the dark, the coldness with the smell of torrid vegetation. Peace and danger amalgamated in the mouth of the inviolable black horizon. Swimming forever in an ocean woven of gloom, protected only by the irregular flapping of birds dressed like the night. Without hurtful illuminations the meaning can be spilled; you can embrace languid hopes and caress the symptoms of a rainy and exquisite love. In the shadow we are all dark stars.