The Black
I confess, I can't do it alone, I don't have the strength to fight anymore, I fear I am losing the battles and there's nothing I can do, those who say, "just get up", "just do it" know nothing of what they say, it is no as easily as to just snap my fingers and it will all be better, Everything seems so much easier from the outside doesn't it? No, that's not the way it works, it's not easier to stand in the constant light, i'ts not easier to smile and pretend that everything is fine; Darkness is alluring, it's comfortable, it's inspiring, I don't want to get rid of it, I want to use it, I want to explore it, Mold it, Paint it, Write it... I need a place where I can just exploit it, bask in it, understand it and come out the other side anew, but I can't do it alone, I am afraid of it's pull, I fear it is stronger than me; I am a afraid of loosing,I fear I could stay.
