Cusp

I have been caught in the terrible bliss of the bitter for the longest time. When it arrives, I accept it and swallow it whole. I let it seep into the core of me, covering every inch of me until I cease to feel it anymore. There is an unrisen delight in the darkness, in that the sweet is not as sweet without the bitter. And for all my woes, all my suffering in solitude, there is an unbearable light in the end. A light that turns every single minuscule bit of bitterness into sheer delight.