Are you terrified of the dark,
Where your sense of sight is useless?
Where instead of piercing light you see pitch black?
Are you freaking out at the thought that someone or something will grab your hands there,
And talk to you?
And that you can do nothing but listen?
Are you afraid of the silence,
Because you equate silence with sadness?
Because you think it’s tantamount to misery?
Are you afraid of the stillness,
Where you’ll feel you’ve fallen to the abyss?
Dreading that silence commensurates to dysphoria?
Are you scared of the dark and silence?
Because in the pitch black, someone will touch you: it’s your own soul.
Because in the dark, someone will speak to you: it’s that voice from your heart that you hushed for so long.
Because in silence, another voice will be heard. Unadulterated. Consistent. In perfect sense: it is YOUR own voice.
Because afraid as you are of the dark and silence, there is that perfect peace. Peace that you’ll never find in the most crowded places. Not in the place where the lights shine their brightest . Not in the place of blaring sounds.
Because only in the dark and silence can you find you.