Embrace with darkness
if you are lonely when you are alone you are in bad company
— Jean Paul Sartre
He lays in the darkness
Door closed, curtains down, lamp off
All but the air conditioning can be heard
Its fan, swinging at intervals of two minutes
All but the silhouette of a book could be seen
The moon slipping through the window spaces
Lying atop of the objects it could find
The other side is different
Light beckons with a kaleidoscope of colours
Assorted scents wave in between the spaces left by gravitating bodies
Different voices hang in the air
A screeching competition intensely underway
Contentment dances on the faces of the others
Relishing in the presence of company
In order to escape their own
Never mind the words of the distracting whispers
Nor pay heed to their slapping nuisance
Ignore those lights that wrap around the head
The ones that plunder sight in their wake
Behold the virgin nose and its protest for dignity
Bear no witness to its pending case for harassment
In the days where she knew not west from east
She had questioned, yearned for all, saw more, now wants no other
Reaching for the dark is a choice, her choice
A presumably lonely one at that, that side accuses
Except it is in fact the opposite —
In the lonely hours of the morn and the slumbering seconds of night
Darkness’ hand is not as cold as the judging stares
Darkness’ silence does not deafen like them
Darkness is a reliable friend, visiting every single day
Darkness is unusually warm that the sun pales in comparison
If you disagree you have not allowed yourself to meet HIM
Try bathing with Darkness today
Just by HIS presence you get a peek into everlasting peace
Ever so quiet, ever so still
Alone with your thoughts
Mimicking death in short breaths
The past, present and perfect are all null and void here
Patches for wounds are not needed
When with Darkness you are the you that cannot be seen
The one no light at a tunnel’s end can fix
Then when all is said and done nothing else will matter — why should it?
