Lights and the End of Tunnels

The light at the end of my tunnel was merely a lamp plugged into the wall; sitting juxtaposed on the hard cement floor. I took a seat next to it, letting my skin absorb it's small cloud of light. In my head I knew that eventually this lightbulb would burn out, and leave me in the dark. But it was a reminder of how good it felt to feel light on my skin...so I stood up, and I kept walking...