Random Frustration. Part two.

I've come to realize in this brief sigh of depression that there is benefit in chaos. For it seems random but in the least expecting moment clarity comes through briefly. It is the moment to seize it and not let go as the torrential tugs of darkness are never satisfied with my light. 

When the reprieve is finally upon me, I am left with purpose and my light will not wait. The cold atmosphere of reality fills my lungs, it infuses my blood with an expelling agent and it not only cleanses. It breaks me free of illusion. The symbiote is no more. My light even incomplete was not for it receive. Thus I part to a new horizon.