there is a space carved deep in the night where i become unreachable.
it is hollow and empty – yet full of dark, lingering fears.
it is a space where i crawl into myself – look myself in the eyes – and see terrible, unforgivable things.
it is where i let thoughts fester in murky pools, blossoming in twisted ways in the darkness.
sometimes i wonder if i will ever be truly – freely – happy.
then i go to sleep, wake up and take a walk in the sun.
but still,
there will always be that corner in the night.