when did being in the dark become comforting?
They say our eyes our the window to our soul. In retrospect I believe that.
What about when you feel so completely alone, and small that you can’t go out into the day?
We have all been there. It’s truly the time when the dark comforts you. It sounds insane, but think about it. I mean truly think.
When I am sad, I want to turn the lights off and go into my own corner of the world. I’m my corner, no one can judge or hurt me. In the darkness I am invisible, I can free think without having to answer to anyone.
Most of my best ideas come from me sitting in the dark or in a dimly lit room with my laptop in front of me.
If I was to go back in time and tell my younger self the dark is not to fear, I would of started writing a long time ago.
In my times of need the dark has brought my thoughts and inner workings to light.