The darkness is still there inside of me.

It’s still dark inside.

Since I wrote my last post, not much has changed. The vivid colors I used to see in my internal world—the deep purples, the fiery reds, the glowing light—they’re still gone.

What’s left is a slow yellow floating across a heavy, dark gray.
And silence.
And stillness.

But I’ve been sitting with it.
Not rushing it.
Not trying to force the colors back. Just waiting. Watching.

Because maybe this is not a loss. Maybe it’s a pause.

Maybe my internal world is doing what the earth does at night—resting. Maybe my spirit, my vision, my mind… are simply making space for something new to form. Something I haven’t seen yet.

The yellow is still here. It moves slowly, but it moves.
It hasn’t disappeared.

And that means something.

Yellow has always felt like light to me. Like hope. Like a sign that the door hasn’t closed, not fully. Something is still alive inside this darkness. Something is still trying to reach me.

On the outside, I’m okay. I’ve been clearing out my room, letting go of what I no longer need. That feels right. It matches what I feel inside—a kind of waiting, a kind of preparation.

Maybe this is a time of transition.
Maybe something is ending.
Maybe something new is coming.
Maybe I’m in the space between.

And that’s okay.

I’ve seen so much in the dark before. I’ll keep waiting here—until color returns, until the next vision rises, until I understand what this moment means.

The dark isn’t empty. It’s just quiet. And for now, that’s enough.

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Still Seeing in the Dark

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