I’m not light, in any sense of the word.
For the longest time I tried to be light, but I kept reverting to what I am, and it is not light.
Light, airy, fluffy… none of these equate.
Light, bright, luminous… nor do these.
Light, illuminate, comprehend… not likely.
I am not light. I do not brighten, I am not airy, I do not help comprehension.
I am dark, I am heavy, I am confusing. I am not light.
No matter how hard I attempted to be light, to allow it to come through me and shine, I just came back to me, to intertwined and unhinged.
I did everything I could to be light, to be what they looked for, to be what they wanted.
I couldn’t be light. I am not light.
But, if I’m not light, what am I?
I am many things, but do they have a definition that encompasses all of it?
It’s not light.
I know that I’m not light.
I know what I am not, but that doesn’t make me know what I am.
Will I ever know?
All I know is that I am not Light.
I guess I’ll start from here.