One day you are going to find someone who understands you like no one else.
They will know all there is to know about you
understand what it is that gets to you
Figure out the whole act you portray
But what if,
What if you don't want them to know?
You don't want them to find out your deepest darkest secrets?
To not just know about, but to understand them too.
The blackness inside is so private
Part of some hidden world
A personal internal world that belongs to only you
Where birds don't sing and children don't laugh.
A world of nothingness
Population : One
Caressed by a dark thick velvet blanket that rests gently on the top
Darkness like no other
Glistening like wet paint
A desperation like trying to resist immortalising a hand print in wet cement.
Pain that feels so great, so real and so much alive.
It's a holiday retreat
An addiction to the moon
It's my space
My place
My time alone,
It's my nighttime sanctuary.
