1. Was it clear enough?
As clear as darkness that turns to light without a scream or a shout or a cry - merely a subtle whisper that keeps the starkness at bay for a little while.
2. What did it bring to your mind?
Inner turmoil, anguish, and sorrow for being existent.
3. Additional comments?
None in particular. I'm just gonna write a filler after reading this work:
My hands are cold from walking the rain, leaving me with nothing but a calming sense of ethereal naturalism adventurous towards the awkward aspect that keeps me smiling while laughing about life.