Imagination in the Dark

I always tell myself "Everything's gonna be okay." But the unknown is the only thing I can't say that to. We fear the unknown, we fear the dark, because we can't fight the demons we can't see. If I knew what the issue is then I could combat it, I could know if it's alright or not. But in the dark, where the wells of my mind flourish, I can't comfort myself. The unknown is our greatest enemy, as it turns our mind and insecurities against us.

On nights like this, when I don't drink or take any pills, is when I have to face the situation I'm in. Nights like this I can't get a pendulums sway of sleep. Nights like this I want to wail whilst wiping my tears. Nights like this I become paranoid and imagine every possible scenario. And it's all because of fear.

I have an incapacitating yearning to feel her warmth again. A time that was simpler. A time that no matter how bad my day was I had a home. A place where silence sang a thousand syllable. And in the dark of my mind it feels like that home fell into depths I can no longer find it in again.

Author's Note

Ignore spelling. This isn't helpful as much as me venting I suppose.