Sometimes i think I've become too comfortable with sadness i wear it around my shoulders like a winter coat to keep me warm how is it that sorrow has become my comfort my home? I am afraid to move forward i am afraid to venture into the uncharted territory that is happiness contentment is just within reach if I stretch my fingers far enough i could grasp it and pull it close instead i cling to my darkness because it is familiar to me
Why am i so afraid of light?
