The line of gold covering a crack in the continuity. The line of gold emerging from the crack inside of me. The line of gold. Coming to life because of the crack. Coming to life. Crack, the line of gold. Crack, the light.

Delicate thread of light. Looking for moments of clarity. For understanding and light in me. Darkness forms the light. "Thread of light.

Maybe one day I will understand who I really am or perhaps what I'm build of. Probably not but maybe. Maybe just for a moment at a time. Maybe there will be more of these moments. Moments of clarity. "Moments of true self"