Of Darkness and Inner-Curious

       Have you ever had a feeling of contentness with the dark? When the the shadows are all, and the light is what's scary? In the dark, when nothing is sought after, every action is a cautious step, you know? It begs the attention of your curiosity like a toddler at the feet of it's mother. It wants it. It wants it as if that is the answer to all things. The dark worships your curiosity as if it were a god. And it makes a shrine out of your body.

       Within your body is that contentness for the dark. Is that to say that the shrine is content with the worshipper? As if the curiosity itself is just okay in feeling when it comes to the darkness; it's worshipper, it's believer, it's disciple? No. 

       I know due to the fact that what drives my curiosity is the darkness, and what drives the darkness is my curiosity. Together, they're just a coincidence. Apart, they're just themselves. It's the fact that one thing exists that drives the other, not the one thing itself.