blurghhhhh

I promise I will kill that "artistic" neuron

I see optimism through my pessimistic sight.
In the darkness every glimmer of light
flickers.
First with hope,
then serenity.

This long night gave me
tired,
somber eyes,
I find refuge here in what became part of me,
but forever I use them to seek the
glaring corona of light.

Thankfully no one read this thing, ever.