It’s dark.
Bad things dwell in the dark.
Evil things live in the dark.
Fear grows in the dark.
The darkness envelopes me.
It taunts me.
It laughs at me.
Even in light I am insecure.
Even in light do I fear.
I am human.
Boldness, pride… they are a mask.
Even in light they laugh.
Even in light they taunt.
Watching for me to fall.
Waiting for me to stumble.
When it’s light I can see them.
I can see them laughing and taunting.
I see their faces, looking down at me.
I see their hatred, their envy, their
fear…
But in the dark I do not.
I only hear their voices, their laughter…
I can only imagine their expressions.
Which is better? Which is worse?
To know the faces that mock me, and to
see them,
Or to only hear unidentified sounds
echoing?
So I embrace the dark.
I close my eyes so I can’t see.
I cover my ears so I can’t hear.
But then I fear what shall grab me.
But I can’t see it or hear it, only sense
it.
So which is worse? To sense or to know?
They don’t laugh anymore.
The taunting has stopped.
I can’t feel their breath or their touch.
I don’t sense the pending danger anymore.
My eyes are still closed.
I still have my ears clasped.
Why don’t they care anymore?
Why did they care in the first place?
I don’t fear in the light anymore.
People don’t laugh at me or taunt me.
I don’t feel or see their hatred, envy or
fear.
They have nothing to fear from me.
Did they ever? Maybe they did.
They don’t care anymore either.
Why should they? I don’t go anywhere.
I don’t do anything.
So why do I feel more alone now than
before?
Why am I afraid, and what am I afraid of?
I’m bored, unfulfilled, depressed…
I’m still in the dark.
Why do I feel this way?
What was that?
Help me out of this place.
Who… who’s there?
I feel their taunting, but it’s
different.
They’re angry, or afraid, or both.
But all I’m doing is talking…
Why do they care now?
Now, when I no longer fear in light or
dark.
Now, when I go places and do things.
Now, when I trust, and therefore move.
I guess that’s the fear of the dark.
