I’m not afraid of the darkness anymore
because i’ve lived in it
i’m not afraid of the shadows and figures my mind makes
because i know i cant be hurt by them
i’m not afraid of dying
i’m not afraid of death itself
because we all die anyway
and it's not like ive greeted it with open arms
and a bouquet of black flowers made of letters.
-t.c
The dark buttermilk sky twinkles and I am lost in it. I
leap from light to light, breaching the stardust fog of hanging
dreams, and I look for you in the colours of creation. A moon
swims above me. A world cries below. I have nought but my
buttermilk sky, & the sweet promise of you again~
"Smiles
hide the darkness in your
heart"
The
scariest part? Most of the darkness comes from
within.
darkness doesn't get rid of darkness
only light can do that
DON'T
DEPEND
TOO MUCH ON ANYONE IN THIS
W O RL D
EVEN YOUR SHADOW LEAVES
YOU WHEN YOU ARE IN
D A R K N E S S
TOO MUCH ON ANYONE IN THIS
W O RL D
EVEN YOUR SHADOW LEAVES
YOU WHEN YOU ARE IN
D A R K N E S S
❝
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness
it took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift
❞
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness
it took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift
❞
I am
not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a
Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am , I am gunshots
muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken windon during Febuary. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from
elegance with a dull thud, and I apoligize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around
people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has
become a storm. You don't see the lightening but you hear the echoes.
muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken windon during Febuary. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from
elegance with a dull thud, and I apoligize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around
people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has
become a storm. You don't see the lightening but you hear the echoes.
