Wednesday, 21 January 2015

The darkest fear of mine is being afraid of the dark.

No, I’m not afraid of lights getting turned off or the sky darkening. I’m more afraid of what the dark has to offer than darkness itself. What I fear is a quiet room filled with complete emptiness, unwanted memories, broken thoughts and lingering feelings
It’s like a never ending battle, the dark is the predictor and I’m the pray. 
Every night, I lay there, awaiting in my bed as the dark devours me. I wait for my mind to transform into a maze, with no place to escape and nowhere to hide. 
And when this all takes place, there’s nothing else I can possibly do, except to close my eyes and wish for a brighter day.

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