In the darkness of my own exile I whispered, as if writing a letter in my head, a letter to no one really. Dear darkness, the words come out jagged, I have a confession to make, the words are fearless and defiant, all those times I pushed you away and kept you at the edge of my world I never realized how much of a friend you really were and I do apologize, the words come out apologetic.
Dear darkness, I want you to know, when I am scared I try to find you within myself and I take refugee like a coward.
You have encouraged my cowardice.
Now I just run, I run to you. I self-destruct just so I can be enveloped by, so I can become you.
Dear darkness, I have made you my saviour, and I shall repent all my sins and hide where the righteous cant find me and the light wont burn me.
Dear darkness, I always end up here, at this point in time, every time, running circles and triangles and squares around the same bare dark area I always come back to, at this point in time, every time, until time makes no sense anymore.
And everything I’ve ever done makes no sense, but its ok, the darkness makes sense.
