Between the dark and the light, beyond the imposed moral,some ideas become walls, some inspiration become fear. The holy light becomes burning butterflies. Between the dark and the light, there is a world where the written words are not sharp. Bodies that are not walls, but doors. Free minds that question the father voice,the written words and the words that nobody say.

 

Between the dark and the light there is no true.

just bodies that are not walls, but doors.