I turned on the flashlight; it cut a small circle of light from the darkness around me.

It’s so dark - as if all the lights are just there to make the other places seem darker.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

For every item that carries the darkness of humanity there's one that holds the light. And that light is worth believing in. Not just in others, but in yourself as well.

It’s not the light that’s attracting me, but the darkness that’s driving me on.

It is light that dismantles each moment, I had thought then. Light proves it one thing or another. Darkness does not judge.