Silence. Maybe one of the few nights I have to spend awake in front of my computer. I have said douzens of times before how lonely, silent nights are like cholcolate for my soul, but I have never said why before.
Darkness has always been my friend on every aspect of my life. Darkness means beauty, stillness and introspection for me. If given a choice I would ratter live in the dark than in a bright, noisy space. The shutters in my room are always hel down, not allowing any ray of light disturb my thoughts. Sometimes, when I am away, my better half lights up the room and I always make sure I bless the room with its dark feeling again when I am back home.
When I was a teeanger and my mom wanted to buy an apartment I remember looking at three different places but falling in love only one. I have begged my mother to take that place and the reason I need it to have a room in that appartment was because the room destined to be mine had no windows. That’s right, no windows at all. I didn’t ger my wish, but I still remember that room and how excited I was not to be bugged with the eternal phrases: “Open the shutters! Let some light into your room!”
Darkness is a part of me for manny reasons. I am a dark writer that pushes the limits of the reader and tests their level of endurement. I am the one who will write a story from the bad guy’s point of view, seeking their light when no one else can see it, showing their truth where no one else wants to look. I breath in darkness even when it hurts and puts me through hell, only so I can really love that last ray of light that would touch my cheek before sunset. I have created myself during many nights spent in dark corners and lonely places. Darkness is my best friend, but light isn’t my enemy, it’s everyone else’s truth. Darkness is my truth.
