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Light in the darkness
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Childish, I Know It's dark, but it's ok, I don't mind, I like the dark; it's the light that scares me.
When I was young I used to think I was afraid of the dark, but I realize now it wasn't the dark that worried me but what was hidden by it, and when the lights came on there it was...the real world.
More terrifying than anything you would find under the bed, and too big to run away from, besides where would you run to?
The dark...that's where, in the dark I can sleep, and through sleep I can dream, and there I can hide.
I love to dream, the light in my dreams doesn't hurt my eyes like the harsh daylight of the world, it's soft, and safe.
There are no problems in my dreams, there are no solutions either there is just my place, the place I run to night after night, whenever I feel ready to give up pretending that I can cope and finally be honest, if only to myself.
When we were young our dreams often frightened us because we were naive, as we grew we began to understand and they became more friendly, I can only hope that the same can be said for the real world, and that as I grow I will begin to understand, and I will not feel the need to hide anymore.
If that day comes I will count myself unbelievably lucky to have two places to enjoy, one where the light is soft and safe and the other where it forces me to keep my eyes open, but only so that I may truly enjoy reality.
