I am an avid reader, a creative cook, and a hater of biography-writing. I'm here trying to get back to the one thing that has always been life-giving to me.
Our Darkest Moment
Our darkest moments give us a chance to show our truest, rawest versions of ourselves because, often, that is the only part we have left. In those moments we have been beaten down and stripped away until only a skeleton of our sense of self remains. We have nothing left but the very core of our beings, so how could we be anything other than who we truly are?
Raven is the only way I could describe it. Or ebony; onyx. Black, even. Her coat was so dark it was often illuminated with blue hues by the sun. At night, her vibrant green eyes were all that would give her away; large enough to reflect the dim light of the moon, creating a beacon in the shadows.