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Sunlight

May 15, 2020

The sunlight is shining down on my face. I am still locked away, but the walls are no longer one-sided. I can now remember the feeling of hope that we’re all but forgotten about before.
A feeling of infinite possibility has rolled in with the new walls, Crystal-clear. Unfortunately, those new walls don’t just allow the sunshine in. Now, the storm clouds are visible. The tension in the air makes the hair on my arms stand up every time I get a look at it. It’s thicker than I could have ever guessed, with the clouds rolling in and then past in a cycle. Clocks could not describe it so precisely. Each time that sunshine comes, sending a thousand glimmering sparkles dancing around, the clouds roll in. Instantly, the sunshine becomes nothing more than a fleeting feeling. Blocking out the clouds is impossible, because the walls allow the bad to be glimpsed, in addition to the good.
It’s impossible to block out the clouds completely. They will return, and it’s impossible to think about anything else when they are present. The, thick dark clouds bring a feeling that sends a jolt across the bodies of anyone who see sky after a long time without it.

How to clear it is simple.
Remember the sky.

That may not make sense at first glance, but it’s not really that impossible. The sparks are able to be held in memory, and the memories can be projected. Spread, to save.

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