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The Unspoken

Shared by Aqeelah Ikram

Sun seeping through the gaps. It is dark inside here but without the cracks created by the force of an angry fist or a careless grip letting you fall to shatter, how else would the light enter?

Once upon a time, when she believed in the American Dream and saw it standing before her in a red and green plaid shirt with a Spirit alight, smile, earring and so much soul, the gaze felt like bright, pure white, hot sunshine on her skin so apt to ice-cold blues of the brutish sky.

She had not idea that the gaps were set to widen by this heavenly light and although that sunshine was set to die away – during a dark starless, moonless night perhaps – a new light would soon appear to stream through the engorged gaps, touch her skin in greater quantities and there would be such a gorgeousness about it all.

They say that when the sun goes down, the world goes dancing. The sun is out every single day and the light finds its way through even the stubbornest of clouds. But the moon chooses when to see the world, gradually trusting the world, revealing itself a fraction more with each passing night. Crescent eventually becomes a full beaming, bright, pale silver light. It is magical, metaphysical and mood-inducing for all the words and moments that need a level of darkness to obscure some of the details that are too momentous for the ultraviolet day-light.

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