Was I always like this?
No.
I created this while dreaming,
In a corner alone,
Along with people,
People who pushed me away,
It's not a part of me since eternity.

I made color of light to go,
Black, blind, bleak.
I'm nyctophilic,
I find solace in darkness.

Now I have insecurities,
Of the spring you bring,
In my empty space.
But it's too late,
I tried to push it too,
But light went through me,
The brightness of you,
Comforting warmth,
You come up with,
Unknowingly,
In my dark empty voyage,
Embracing the light of you,
Left my world behind.

I'm scared,
Of the lightness,
By the time you will get this,
I might be long gone,
In my dream darkness.
I don't have courage to run,
But I'm,
Because I feel,
Pushing revives the dying.
Dying dream, while awake.

What I'm running for,
Darkness or lightness?
Am I afraid of darkness,
Or of the light to pass me by?
Is darkness so bad?
Would this be?
Heard that light exists,
Even with darkness.
Will you be?

#review #random #darkness
P.S I'm new in writing.