The darkness embraced me, swallowing me whole. Quite oddly, I welcomed it. I rejoiced with my old friend, falling into its deadly arms. It was the darkness where I was alone, unbothered by others. It’s funny, really, how I feared it as a child. Now it is bliss to my tired soul.
I remember those days when I was young. The joyful eyes of children and adults penetrated my heart. I have always longed to be like them, happy and free. But this wonderful, new, feeling of darkness offered me security and gave me more freedom than ever before. Though its deadly arms held me close, I felt safe. I was lost, but in a place of comfort. My bitter life, my wounded soul had found a place to heal. But once I heal, where will I go? Who will I be? And what will I become?
Let me tell you my story, for you may be able to finish the chaos that I started on this Earth.
