People say that darkness is cold and static, terrifying yet strangely comforting. It has this power to hide the things we don’t want to see, to numb the fears we don’t want to confront, to shrink the parts of ourselves we don’t want to embrace.
But I think darkness is beautiful, because without it, we would never know light. Sometimes darkness may make you cower, but other times it empowers you to have the guts to be yourself. Darkness is that moment when you are truly left with your own thoughts, lost in your own world, and there’s a silence that lingers in the air. A moving kind of silence that’s you driving on an empty road, window down, a gentle breeze passing into your ears.
It’s dark. And it’s warm.