The Crow

Black as night sky, yet blue as the deep depths of the ocean. The crow lives two separate lives, one in darkness, where he seems to fit. One in the light of the sun which shows its true colors, not like the camouflage of the night, where it can hide all of it scars. We are not unlike the crow, we seem to like the darker side of ourselves because it hides the imperfections of are lies, The sun shining on us is painful because we have no place to hide. As long as we are living we will be like the crow, who seems all alone, but also united in being a creation of God.