The Darkness consumes us. Makes us shiver. Makes us cold.
The shadows are there somewhere, but how do we place them in the darkness?
We sit in our closet all night. Rocking back and forth. Counting. Taking deep breaths. Feeling alone amongst the dark.
It chills us to the bone, but do we leave? Do we turn on the light? Do we try to fight off the Darkness and the shadows?
No. We do not. We stay. We stay in the dark.
Breathing. Rocking. Counting. Waiting.
Waiting for the Darkness to take over. Hiding from the pain of the light.
For when the light comes, we must still hide. We hide behind a mask, waiting to be alone with Darkness again.
Because, when with Darkness, we can take off the mask. We can stop pretending...
For Darkness can be just as comforting as light...
