Darkness

It is progressively getting darker. The light emitted by the sunset is no longer seeping in through the blinds. I sit at my desk. My lamp is on. It illuminates my side of the room brightly, and its light is dim on the other side of the room. There is darkness surrounding me, yet not engulfing me. It scares me. The darkness. I've been afraid of the dark for years now. However, it comforts me so. Although I fear it, I feel as though it has also become a friend of mine. Sometimes, like now, I want to give in to the darkness, let it dictate my actions and my thoughts. But I can't let that happen tonight. I have a paper due tomorrow. It is quite odd how school is one of the forces that pushes me forward. Perhaps it is because my grades are my achievements and mine alone. Alone. The word lingers on my tongue. It is true. I am alone. But then again, when aren't I? Now I wonder: do I fear the darkness or the loneliness found in it? I guess I will never know. For now I will accept the darkness around me, and continue to write.