You choose darkness over light because one is the truth and one is the mask.

You slip in night because darkness is a type of coldness. A temperature where you feel somewhat safe. By feeling safe, you feel like you. You blend in with the night causing your shades to become temporary enough to expose them.

We were one, even in the darkest corner.

Tonight I’ll be looking at the blood moon and maybe I’ll think of you. But maybe I won’t and I probably won’t, but I guess that’s a chance you had to take.

You wallow in abusive relationships because that’s all you have in that moment. You need something darker to bring you to truth.

You speak in night, not because it’s night, but because it’s dark enough in theory that no one will see you.

A darkness is something I admire. The beauty to experience an evil.

I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.

As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.