It feels as though there is lightning in my mind.
A break in the stagnant dark, the constant dark, that which goes to sleep every night and awakes with the laboured rise of the silent, golden sun.

It's the harshest clashing of notes, above me in the sky, that fade as instantaneously as they hit. I can hear the trickling shards of melodies that somehow seem to fit together only after they have been broken into a thousand tiny fragments.

They are..beautiful. But the minor key, the sharps and flats, are seeping into my bones and veins, and a chill runs up my spine. Before I know it, the dark haze of the haunting refrain is circulating in my bloodstream.

---Break the chain.

I crave to know whether the lightning will ever split open the sky and engulf me in such a white flame, so white perhaps it will blind me. Or perhaps the ever constant night will turn into a trap of resentment...that I know won't catch me forever.

Sometimes I feel like I know what I want.
Sometimes what that is, is to know what I want.

---Break through the ice.

Surely there needs to be a harmony. Beneath the surface, a candle burning the most intense light, surrounded by the shade - without which, it wouldn't shine.