Darkness surrounded me before I was born. It was the comfort that surrounded my fragile being. At birth, the light stung my eyes and so I cried. Naked, cold, pain.
Life in the light continues to hurt. So I seek for that comfort within the darkness that once surrounded me, and I will forever live within it.
What is the reason for the light/life? Still unknown. Confused. Still searching for answers. For purpose. A reason for existance. The mystery echos in my head as the light continues to sting my eyes. They burn like razorblades when tears want to fall. My head pounds like the knocking on a big oak door everytime the non-existing heart wants to pump life through it.
Doest thou needeth the light to see thy way?
