I live surrounded by darkness. Not darkness that has the evil connotations, though. Neither is it that darkness that suggests that I am confused. I am not evil, and I am not confused. The darkness I live in is a more literal darkness. That darkness that comes at night. I have realized that during the day, I am fine. Sunlight does not bother me, neither will bright lights. Yet, put me in a dark place for even a minute, and I will shun the light. Why?

It has nothing to do with my eyes being accustomed to the dark. No, I will continue to shun lights even when I remain exposed to it. It’s just something in me that makes me hate lights in the night. I prefer the darkness. It just…surrounds you. It’s not physical, yet it feels otherwise. When you look forward into darkness, you see nothing. Except what you want to see. And sometimes, what you want to see is not what actually lies there. It is impossible to focus on darkness. A shadow, yes. But not the darkness. Stand in a shadow. What do you see? Not darkness. You see light. That light that comes from beyond the shadow’s boundaries. You need to go deep into the shadow to become a part of the darkness itself. You are lost in its depths. People say they can get lost in the eyes of a loved one. This is something similar. You get lost, and soon you start to see things that may or may not be there. Your mind and eyes need something to focus on. You can’t focus on darkness, so you end up seeing things. Making out the outlines of objects. You get closer, only to realize that what you thought it was is wrong. It turns out to be something else. The mind does play tricks on people, and it happens more often than you would think.

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