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9/24/2003

 
The Darkness
from 3/2/2003

Darkness drives toward me as in a car I ride. Lights flicker and glimmer in the distant view. The world once weighed so heavily. The world once was the death of me. I died everytime it got dark, and the day was my funeral. I died in cars. I died from fear of death. I died from certain uncertainty. The darkness drives toward me. The intensity increases like a game of chicken. Who will turn away? Not I. I proceed full throttle. I love every minute of this for now I know life. I exists more believably. The darkness is not passing shadows of fear. No longer am I afraid of the dark. The intensity increases like the droning of a funeral dirge. I love every minute more profoundly than the last. Never again will I be afraid of the dark. Never again will I dream of light shed. The darkness may pass, but I'll wait til it comes back. I'll wait. Confident. Relaxed. The darkness has nothing on me. The darker it gets outside the surer I am that there is life. It brings me to a falling staircase. It leads me down a flight of stairs. It leads me to situations hopeless but with complete security that I'll land safely there.