“Some black holes are a result of dying stars. Because no light can escape, black holes are invisible…”
The dark is like a blanket for me. It is not an evil or negative place, there is nothing scary there. It is safe.
Like a blanket, it soothes me. It is the place I go to in order to lick my wounds, both mentally and physically.
Like a black hole, I too am a dying star, dying a slow death. Slow enough to obsorb as much light as possible in order to re-create my inner world.
I am therefore invisible to the naked eye, in this world but not of it… The intense power of the light inside of me is fueling me.
Mostly I feel on the outside, on the fringes an outsider and I have felt this way most of my life. But this state of mind has served me well.
I am an enigma.