Scribbling

Scribbling:

“Light probably could not define her, for she was too bright for lights and so she moved on to darkness, or so she thought. She was searching for what could define her, what could let her see her shadows long lost behind while she kept moving through alleyways of lust and love. She was too pure to be corrupted, she did not belong to those narrow streets for her place belonged to a castle she had made in her mind one night while mimicking to be herself in front of mirror; she was too young to understand what she meant by her castle and too old to forget about it, so it lingered in background of her mind.

Light or darkness; none could define you if you do not understand how and why, they are incomplete without each other themselves. You must allow them together to let them show you what your soul had asked for.  they are merely a mirror held against your face where you could see yourself too close to recognize and hence you often end up missing what they show you in moments of solitude while you continue searching; yet the significance of search never loses the part, sooner or later you return to the point where you could recognize yourself from miles away, you know by intuition there is you and you feel a rather strong urge to embrace it.

She was as bright as ever; like a piece of gold, flames of past had made her shine even brighter. She did not despise darkness anymore nor dreaded the light she had felt difficult to hold on to. She was the woman after-all. Woman who creates the world; she created her own world too.