Darkness
So safe, yet so… lonely. So many people are afraid of it. Why is this? They say it’s scary. Frightening. Little kids cower under blankets, afraid of things that they believe exist in the dark, and no where else. But you’re only afraid of what you don’t understand. There are some things, you can’t just read about in a book, or learn from a teacher. I can’t explain why it makes me feel safe. It just does. It protects me from the wretched world. More truths are found in the dark then ever in the light. In light we’re all blinded by sight. A strange oxymoron, I know, but still true. If the whole world were black, with no light, we wouldn’t be able to see. If no one could see, then we wouldn’t be able to judge each other by how we look. We would actually have to meet the real person, instead of just second-guessing everything they do, or wear. I wear black, it’s true, but does that make me satanic, or suicidal? If I wear a mask, does that make me a serial killer? No. It doesn’t. And no one knows the reasons behind my wearing black, because they never ask. They all just assume. The truth is, I am mourning. I’m mourning for the world. The world that fell into the blind light. I am mourning, for the millions of innocent people suffering all over the world. The people too far away for me to help. The people that are born into a world of pain and hate, helplessly caught in the torrent of life. They’re born, they live, and they die. Insignificant beings that make hardly the slightest difference to the flow of reality.
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