Darkness. Beautifully choreographed absence of everything good and everything that made sense.
Such bliss. The beautiful yet maddening kind of pain. Quite the addictive kind too.
It’s
different. Running with your eyes closed. Having the freedom to choose when to
open your eyes to the beauty around you. To open your eyes when you feel
threatened or scared only to find out that the monsters only existed in your
head.
I’m
running in this darkness I’ve somehow managed to dodge all these years. I’m
running in this darkness with my eyes wide open. I see nothing though. And I’m not
scared. Somehow it feels like home. Like I’ve been here before. Maybe I
have. Maybe this IS home.
I can’t
quite figure out how this feels so. I can’t say the years have toughen me up
quite a bit cause for all I know, I’m still the coward that I thought I used to
know.
But
tonight I’m not scared. I think I know my way around. In a way I am ready. In a
way I’m not. I’ve never been sure about anything in my life. I don’t think I ever
will feel so. But I do know I’m getting out of here. I may not know who I am
yet but I know I’m not a quitter. Never again.
