Darkness, it's a beautiful thing, don't you think?
You can do so much with it and yet it's just darkness.
I know that there have been people who have this belief that darkness is just this depressing, lonely hole where nothing can escape, but with me, it actually helps.
It helps with getting through the tough times, as it is only you, your thoughts, and in a sense, something to isolate you from the pains that are in this world.
With me, I love it.
I love the darkness.
Using earbuds, I drown out the world around me,
I escape my toxic and terrible reality by listening to either happy or sad songs in total and utter shallow depths of dark.
The light that people claim is better? I have seen it, and it is so little to the point where it is a rarity to be seen. I've grown accustomed to the dark, and because of that, I am able to somewhat feel a sense of peace and calmness in the supposed depths of despair rather than the 'beautiful light' that oh so many people champion.
It helps with healing, by making it easier to cry, and easier to think.
There has been so much shit that has been stuck in my head to the point where I sometimes even don't believe whether or not my circumstances are real.
There are times when I was afraid of the dark when I was younger, because I was afraid of being alone, and in that loneliness, I thought there couldn't be anything else left for me.
But in the dark, I realized that I wasn't alone, because it reminded me that while I was cold, eventually I would be warm again, no matter how long it took.
In the end, I realized that I would be happy in a sense, and that through the torment I faced, I would retreat in the dark to remind myself of the pain that was there, and the peace that would result from moving forward through it.
Its a magical place in a sense; you could have no one to talk to, and it's there. It will listen to you when no one else will, and if you believe hard enough, you'll get a response from it.
Its confusing, I know, but darkness, the absence of light, there is some type of response felt that can't truly be explained, but truly understood by someone who has gone through a lot, and such is my experience, such was my pain, and such was my resting place.
Life is in all colors and more, but we sometimes forget that when colors are absent, that absence does form a color, and in that regard it should be respected, or in that sense...understood.
