I laughed hard today, and rejoiced. The day was of my own making. Things went where they should. So did the words. Everything was well. This light, I embraced it. I pressed it to myself and held my breath. The moments stopped just then. Everyone and everything ceased. As did the clocks. I waited for change, it comes always. But not now it seemed. This light I held on to was it. It was mine after a long time. I couldn't let go. It struck me then, the fool I was. I was holding tight to a thing fleeting. A thing embraced and let go. For its arrival meant good things. And to come, it had to go. I slacked my grip, bit by bit. And the clocks they started too. People moved, the world unfroze. And I knew how it must be. I opened my arms wide. My light. It flew away far. I saw the shades of dark approach. I shivered and mustered my resolve. It was time to move on. Time to move through. It was easier this time. The dark. Though I still ached at its end. But that joy, that light returned. As it if it was an old friend. Mine again fleetingly.