Unreleased

So today im sitting here Brooding, Pondering about things and words I sit in a dimly lit room and wonder Why is it so dark in here and why so light outside? Cause darkness seems to follow me And in a way im embracing the isolation that comes along with it. See yesterday sat painted for the first time in a long time in the same dimly lit room Today only to discover that what i had painted Looked like a rainbow and i didn't even know it Im thinking about things that i know are fact A few of which are. Without dark there would be no light and in the end every color in the world eventually turns to black. So now im wondering, Is it bad to sit alone Here, In my dimly lit room? Or is it a natural progression of things And maybe, Just maybe the darkness inside of all of us Is really what makes the light For there is beauty in the breakdown