comfort

To be soothed, to feel love that is everlasting is unfamiliar, where does it come from?

Being accepted fully might be the first step, although I would not know.

My time seems meaningless, there is no depth or any love to show.

Everyday is full of stress. Over here, over there, everyone tells me i'm "blessed"

Blessed by who? Blessed by what?

Is anything real? Real enough to believe in? Believe me I have tried to understand.

I have TRIED to make sense of all this mess. Since I am always so alone and forgotten.

This is time for me to discover. Discover the darkness. Darkness has always been better than light.

I now hate light because light shines too bright. Too much "truth" too much exposure.

I now love darkness because you can creep into it. It takes you, takes all of you.

At least the darkness wants you. Once it takes you, there is nothing to worry about.

What is to care for if the darkness is pitch black and simple?

No, the darkness is not hell or bad. It is indeed good. It is good because it is honest.

The darkness is BARE, BLACK, AND OPEN. The light is a LIE. 

Light is not all good or all positive as you would like to think. Darkness is comforting. Darkness is loving.

Darkness strokes you, rubs its fingers through your hair. It wants to know you.