About a dark room...

Have you ever seen a dark room, or ever been inside. It's a room that's filled with images, memories, hopes, dreams, desires, joy and laughter, beauty and wonder. But as any photographer would tell you...that within the confines of the dark room. Deep within the stony walls, trapped within the lair of Time, shut off from the outside world, like broken promises hanging from a line, latched to pegs grasping at the corners of a forgotten thought, there are many, too many...negatives. The problem with a dark room can sometimes be quite obvious, but sometimes hidden, and sometimes misunderstood, often used to process thoughts that ones eyes simply cannot see, but what the right tools can alter and what the only the mind can tell...that thing is simply the darkness. But in the dark room, memories can be distorted, images can be changed, dreams can be erased and laughter turned to sadness...all within the confines of a lonely, dark room.

For too long I found myself in a dark room, staring at forgotten memories, unfamiliar faces, dreaming up things that simply never happened, trapped within the mind distorting darkness of a cold and minute space, with only the random thoughts hanging from a time line that I thought I understood, only to find myself trapped in all the pictures, staring at a forgotten thought, a distant memory, a broken promise...a completely unfamiliar, unrecognizable me. There were always negatives that surrounded me, pictures trapped within my mind, never revealed, never understood, never dealt with, forever unchanging. These were the things I had to discover, explore, reveal and understand, but for fear of finding an undeniable truth, I simply could not muster the courage to press the picture against the clear pool of solution, waiting for the taint of life to peel away the darkness that all this time blinded myself from myself, simply waiting for my whole life to be torn apart by the real memories of a forgotten me.

Pity...one thing I didn't count on was Fate...the great daughter of Time...the duchess of Chance...wisp of the Future...shade of the Past. And Fate it seems, simply had other plans for me. And I know they can't be plans to keep me here in the darkness, but simply directed to a brighter future...because you see...As any photographer would tell you, the thing that makes a dark room work, is the darkness...so why is it that the door to the room now stands open, bringing in a mighty flood of light erasing all the memories of regrets, disappointments, broken promises, forgotten dreams, frowns and sadness, disdain and destruction...why? I know this much...that the light feels better than the darkness, and that the cold and feelings INSIDE the room pales in comparison to being OUT...I know Fate has a brighter future for me...not trapped within a dark room...no...a future OUT in the light...