Hot Light

There is something about the light that comforts me. I’ve always been a night person, asleep in the morning and awake at night. But I’ve always been a fan of lightness. I’m afraid of the dark, true.

Maybe it’s the thought that you don’t get to see that scares me. You get to use your eyes but you see nothing. Maybe it’s a lot painful than losing your sense of sight.

Maybe it’s also the thought of not knowing. Of not knowing who you are with. Who’s beside you. Who’s talking to you. What you just touched. Where exactly you are.

Or it can also be because I won’t be able to do anything at all when it’s dark.

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