There’s just something so blinding about the light,

That makes it uncomfortable.

There’s something so exposing about the light,

And highlighting,

That adds to my insecurity.

I feel like a black speckle on a white canvas.

Pinpointed,

Obvious,

Seen.

I don’t like that feeling.

It’s sickening, 

And nasty.

….

But then,

There is the dark.

And when I go outside in the night,

I feel covered,

And okay.

And when I lay in my room,

In the dark,

With music ringing through my head,

I don’t feel lonely.

I feel forgotten,

But in a good way.

I feel like I’ve dissipated from reality.

And I like that feeling.

I like that I can hide,

In plain sight.

I like that I don’t have to worry about anything else,

Besides myself.

Not what I look like,

Or sound like,

Just how I feel.

How I feel like a being,

In the dark.

Nothing more,

Nothing less.

Just something there.

And I like being nothing,

For a little while.

And it might sound sad,

But I like the feeling that I can just lay there,

In the dark,

And everything around me just disappears.

So I’ve found comfort in darkness.

Not all darkness is evil.

Sometimes it’s just a place for you to go,

When you want to go nowhere.

Cuz’ the dark can be anything you make it.

And that’s how I’ve made it.