Maybe my gift is the darkness. It has taken time for the observation of that possibility for it’s easy for me to be blind whilst in it. I accept it without resignation, indifference, love or hate. I accept it as a beginning that could lead to those or more. I am not wicked like a child or a sinner for that is wickedness unto others. Mine is more personal. I am wicked within myself. Destruction and creation are born of the same heart. I am halfway to the fulfillment of that.