To fall in love with darkness

Tell me something more with it

Don’t tell me only your good life.

Tell me something more.

Tell me how did you feel when you got hurt the other day? Did you step out of your comfort zone? What are your fears and regrets? Tell me how you cared so much for someone till your heart breaks? Share with me your shadows and your pains because I see your light in it. Tell me beyond the facade that you want others to believe, or you convince yourself you had.

Let me fall in love with your darkness instead of your light.

I watch how some friends are always happy, always. Even if we talk about it, they only share happy and good things. I am secretly envious and sceptical. I am a person who rides in waves of emotions. I am happy, followed by bouts of low, dull, unexplainable sadness, asking questions about my existence and the world, then next I am up again, happy like a kid. I have read many self-help books, from being an empath to thinking I am perhaps slight depressive to an anxious person, I have not found a category I fit in. I guess there is no particular category to confine a person, and I have learned to come to terms and accept…