Blackened by Dispassion

A catastrophic phobia. A gift exchanged for photophobia. Illusive as a fate reaping reaction. Blackened by dispassion. Forgotten constellations, Limitations of a generation. The survived have thrived because we are deprived. Like the moon without the sun. I’d survive and adapt. I’ve been attacked, attacked, and attacked. I’ve now surpassed the detached collapsed.