Dark

Let’s put it straight. It terrifies me, the unknown.

The past isn’t necessarily a good thing for some.

The bleakness, the dark is not black. It’s not colour.

It’s nothing. It is empty of colour, colourless.

It hurts to think of it.

There’s nothing worse than nothing.

At some point you drift away to some place where

Nothing SHOULDN’T exist.

But it’s like you’re entirely too present in the moment, too far gone in panic.

You feel trapped and scared.

It’s almost as if the dark was too much to handle.

Powerless against the shadows.

No light.

Terrifying.

Silence.