Blackout of the hearts

 I believe there might have been a blackout also in everyone's heart. Mine was, a long time before, broken apart. So many pieces, darkened by the distance of time and memory. Some of us, that can't lie, are more aware of our traumatic events and can thus have the bit of chance to process them. But they aren't devoid of their meaning. A light that's shunt on darkness doesn't make it disappear forever, it's only lit while the light is on. It stays buried under the brightness. Just for some moments, just for a time and it can be enough to see it well, but never entirely. Only a blind man could love the darkness. Only a blind man could see the light.