The haze of your gaze sweeps through my thoughts like a plague of corrective insecurities.
In the darkest hour on the darkest night, I fly forward on the path of darkness carrying a light stick, shining on and shining while
all dark fades brighter.
On the brightest day on the brightest hour, I stilly sit in the field of light holding an umbrella, shading on and shading while
all light highlights shadows.
My parallax within combines light and dark, bright and shade, to form my signature fade.