darkness

i’m afraid of the dark. not like a child in which they’re scared of the monsters under their beds or the ghosts in their closets, i’m scare of what’s NOT there. in the darkness you’ve got no one but yourself. bitter, cold darkness: it’ll get you everytime there’s no escaping it all someone has to do is flip a switch and i’d be scared out of my mind. i feel alone and terrified in the dark. you’re forced to be independent in the dark, like asking a blind person to walk in a crowed school without aid, or a deaf person to repeat what they heard back to you. asking someone whose paralyzed to stand up. they can’t, they simply can’t. i’m usually independent but i’m so uncomfortable in the dark he made me that way. thats what he wanted. and i’ll never show him that he won. because he didn’t in my book. if that’s what it’ll take for him to leave me alone i’ll give it to him. i’ll take the loss but it’ll feel like a boondoggle. to win like you might think, feels amazing. but, to win, to even be fighting in the first place, someone or something had to be lost. not even justice is perfect, so why the hell does everyone think he’s so perfect? what does he have that i don’t?