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I used to ask my mom
to leave the light on in the hallway.
to remind me of the sunrise yet to come
and to help me through the night
Secretly hoping for the monsters to stay away.
But lately any remain of light has been turned off
So when I open my eyes
my mind continues
with nothing but an endless sea of gloomy shadows
longing to hunt me down.
Darkness is such a weird concept. When did we start associating the absence of light with fear and unevitable death? Why am I afraid of the dark, when the only danger’s inside my head?
Even now I don’t think you can see darkness,
but you can certainly feel it
Because after a while of staring into nothing
I can see my curtains taking shape,
just as the rugged seats
across the room.
And that’s when it hits me and I choke on my breath .
The night isn’t the monster,
— Denise Rosanne (via the-highway-is-our-song)