The stairwells of our minds are dark because there are no direct windows to let light in from the outside. Just winding hallways with the occasional waste basket that the groundskeeper has forgotten to empty.

When you’re inside yourself the only light you have to guide you is the light you make. Not everyone knows this, so there are some of us who wander these halls, looking for a window or anything that might resemble one. And they don’t know that they’re the electrician and the groundskeeper or that it’s up to them, to figure out how to feel ok again