The comfort of darkness, the absence of light, the not-awkward-silence, the only place a feel at home. It's my own little world where I'm understood. My memories drowned within my now knowledge. Guilt fades away every time a memory is replayed.When I am finished memories just find their way into the shallowest place in my mind, maybe the darkest. But first you should know the dark isn't a scary place at all. Darkness doesn't exist. It is only the absence of light.
February 28, 2012