(prose)

light is nothing but a coalescing of photons.

nothing but a ray that struggles to filter through the darkness we humans embrace so readily for the sake of losing ourselves in the land of dreams, the land of dreams that pulls us to the deepest depths of intoxication.

light is nothing but a necessity for human awakening.

nothing but a tool used to chase darkness to the ends of the worlds so our eyes finally open to the truth, the bittersweet truth that we were so fond of running away from, bathing ourselves in lies. 

light is nothing.

it cannot be classified as matter, matter with a shape or substance, as it is sneaky enough to slip away from our hands and eradicate our shadows. 

light is nothing.

light is nothing, yet it is everything. 

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light itself is a juxtaposition of sorts.