Where does the light enter you? Is it in your mind? Heart? The slices on your arms or legs? Is it across your throat or wrists? Or in your empty stomach? The places where the light enters you has the promise of being mended. It's the place that holds the most pain, the darkest. Even though you are so stitched up, you are stitched up poorly. You are still ozzing. You are pouring everything from love, thoughts, to blood; & I don't know which one to pick up first. The light is attracted to vacant spaces. Vacant spaces make good homes but only the light can fill up the emptiness. It opens the blinds and doors, feeds the words to the thoughts,  and gives comfort to the mind and heart. So where would the light enter you?