Life are black
But night are white

And all these unspoken sufferings are in this pure white, but so black. Life ? black. The night ? sparkling.

Sparkling, not thanks to the stars but to life, to freedom, to ideas, to thoughts, to smiles ... in front of this luminous star that is the Moon, everything is possible in the mind turned white by night. When I am asked what makes me survive, I answer my spark. What is it ? the night.

By, @my_douceplume