You come to a point in life where the darkness no longer has room to feed. It is in fact part of the colours you live by but not in permanent comfort …only in softness! The colours of your life come back to you from your youth and your levels of seeking the sun exhaust into prominent behaviour..thus you are who you were meant to be…yourself. The black I’ve worn for most of my life as in eternal suffering or mourning of a lost self.. In soul searching ..the old days twist back into your true self , become your new threads , and you are a beam of light. A gypsy with twirling patches of crimson and gold. Flora your new senses and nature your rule. Fauna your friends in conversation and the world a kaleidoscope of mysteries yet to excite.