Dark spots at dark hours

There's a kind of beauty that only can be seen from loneliness and dark places, at the top of a hill or down in the deep ocean. There's a kind of beauty at late hours and at the first ones in the morning, there's a kind of beauty when you open your eyes underwater, green, blue and brown, mix together to form an strange shape, black, blue and purple turn into a mystery wave that comes to you somehow, dragging you into the ocean, pushing you against the sand, claiming an apologize. There's a kind of beauty in strangers, there's a kind of beauty in the unknown, there's a kind of beauty that can't be shared or shown, there's a kind of beauty that you only can remember. There's a kind of beauty in the middle of every dark place you walk.