Of And Dot

by not plu

And Dark

And Dark

Darkness is my true element.

In the light, staying hidden takes work. The night lends itself to secrecy. It feels natural to slip on dark clothes as the sun sets and wait for optimal darkness. Familiar. Comforting, even.

But no, it’s not dark yet. Not dark enough.

In some ways, it’s never dark enough.

I know this place can never hold my darkness. The sunshine seems to mock me.

I feel... exposed.

Exposed.

God, that’s a weird word.

It makes me uneasy, anyway. Maybe because of the way my life’s always been secretive. Secluded.

Maybe that’s just another influence she’s had on me.

I mean, our meetings were always in the dark.

Symbolic, sure, but the darkness was needed.

And she wasn’t mysterious about that either. She always trusted me.

Stupid.

I guess that’s why I’m here.

For her darkness.

I mean, there’s always light in the darkness. And darkness in the light. It’s this silly circle thing that she- everyone’s obsessed with. I forget what it’s called. No- I don’t want to remember. But let’s focus on the darkness.

But it’s not dark enough.

Not yet.