i'm fumbling through the light tryna make sense of what it means. what it means for it to have shone on me, what it means for it to exist around me, what it means for it to be. the light is blinding, and it makes me sweaty. it's light that i might not be able to bear. for i'm a creature that thrives in darkness. darkness isn't as cold as the light, nor is it as exposing. the dark encapsulates you, helps you keep your secrets. it lets you breathe without the suffocating scrutiny of light. it lets you dance without the anxiety that light displaces. it's warm because it's accepting. the light though. the light picks on your pores and expounds on your folly. it's open so when you're broken, you can't even close. close it. light is too close for comfort, too honest for anyone's good.
light, you might just be too bright.
i'm waiting for the day that i accept light how light wants me to. i'm not sure if what i am right now deserves light at all, but it's there, so i feel obliged to take it. i take it, but i don't know if i can accept it. i don't know how, really.
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