lunes, 30 de octubre de 2006

Im not any more

Half light, low light, dull light, no light, what the fuck? Darkness isn’t the scary part, it’s being lost, wandering, unsure and alone save for the sound of your own breath that brings fear.
It’s feeling the dark press down like a smothering blanket, like some sort of twisted peace that will drown you in it’s pity. Like you’re a fire that needs to be put out under a load of dust and sand, trickling down and through until it swallows every part of your soul, niggling in the cracks and deadening the light.

Who is afraid of the dark?

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