For darkness is the light we choose to perceive and give life to…

There is a bliss in the winters brisk presence. It’s in times to that the world is more then grey, that we become comforted in the will of soul to move through… beckoning self to see not what’s in the world but the outline of the world we care to live. Allowing ourselves to feel the encompassing agonies, of that which is the world creates a desire to see light from new perspective. Where we are of the world has a sudden new expression upon us. Giving experiences that provoke the spirit to ponder pensively ones own realities of self and soul to that we not only subscribe but that we can only attain through the trenches of life. The victory will come to those that are fallen not those that have risen through self actualizing and glorified false senses within that are deemed without pure structural truth. For a truth must have structure and absence to dissect it’s natural foundation that indeed makes it an absolute. With this thought in mind we give to the essence of natures will upon us within. Where grievances strive to intertwine also with joys that rekindle anew on ones sojourn. It is minds experience to that ground stability in reasoning the further presence of tomorrow and how we live mind and soul to fuel and ignite presence of self, not in the world but the outline of. We can understand the imagery within it. Imprinting us… for darkness is the light we choose to perceive and give life to.