Sometimes, there is no light.

Sometimes, it’s so dark that even the stars can’t reach you. You plead for the clouds to move for a glimmer of light, for a glimmer of hope to appear. But at the new moon, there is no light. Just the peak of emptiness, pleading for fullness.

What you thought you knew no longer exists. The same path you’ve taken a thousand times becomes unfamiliar as it’s enveloped in…