With every inch of our necks covered, we scream for help. We plea for assistance. We gasp for reassurance. We reach out and get pushed away, knocked down, betrayed.

Redemption.

Forcing light into ourselves. Feeding on it. Then releasing it as darkness. Darkness that fuels the imagination. Darkness that poisons the mind. Darkness that contrasts the light. Without darkness there would be no light.

Damn. I actually have to buy Flash now. <_< The copy I had didn't work. Gah!! XD More money spending.