Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing. Am I driving myself to be someone I'm not? I don't know anymore.
I feel it dwelling within me, a certain blackness that threatens my ever waking moment -- lingering like a dark cloud.
I try to fight it, but I'm not certain I can. I'm not certain I want to. I feel it's strength. The power. And the more it touches me, the more I want to feel it. To grab hold of it and never let go.
I want that power.
I need that power.
But I know I shouldn't. I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't want those things. I am a Jedi Knight. A Jedi shouldn't feel the need for more power.
But then why do I? Am I so different from everyone else? I am more powerful then all of them combined already, so why do I want more? Why do I need more?
I know they fear me. They fear my power. They fear what I could become.
Sometimes I wonder if I should give them a reason to fear.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins—but in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. Love is more than a candle. Love can ignite the stars.