Hello darkness, my old friend.
You found me.
I could see you coming on this time.
I could feel the nights getting longer.
And the wishing they were longer still.
The daylight brings a world I’m not ready for.
Everything is a paradox.
I want music, hopeful.
I want music, loud and angry.
I want quiet, to let me think.
I want noise to shut down my brain.
Even this isn’t all that troubling to me.
It’s familiar, this paradox I exist in.
But it troubles the people I love and who love me.
That’s the trouble with the darkness.
That’s the trouble with everything.
I worry that I create more suffering than I help shoulder.
I’m afraid my darkness is contagious.
So I step back from those I love most.
Please, keep them ok.
I’m in the spotlight even in the pitch black.
There are people that need me to be ok.
Please, just be ok.