I remember the darkness...
I remember everything. I remember it all and that is my curse. I can never forget the way he laughed in the sunshine, how he felt in the rain, or how he held me close in the cold. I can never forget the one who showed me the world how it really is. I can never forget the one who took me into the dark. And I am sure that he, in turn, has forgotten all about me.
We met only a few short years ago in university. I was young, idealistic, and naive. He was the worldly scholar that I met in my philosophy class. The topic of the class was logic and clear thinking. I had none when it came to David. He was my universe. All he did was fascinating and new and so much more important than anything my freshman friendships had to offer. He took my breath away.
Our relationship changed as quickly as the seasons but stayed just as steady. He didn't care about my silly quirks and I didn't mind his. We were perfect for one another. I was the beginning as he was the end, We fit.
It was the following year in September when it really began to change. I was no longer as naive but I was still young and innocent. What I could only imagine, David had seen and experienced and I was itching to do the same. He warned me about the world. Told me of the deep, dark, shadows that hid around every corner. I ignored him. I saw no shadows. I saw the light of knowledge and truth bearing out from every window and street corner. In my eyes, I was ready. In his eyes, I was a fool.
As I look back, I agree with him. I knew Nothing, But who could blame me? I was brought up sheltered from the dark. it was banished from my friends, my home, my family. Before that fall, I couldn't fathom that it even existed.
But it did. Oh God, how it Does. I will never, ever forget that. Never again. Never, ever again.
This is the point where the memories begin to change. I pray for them to fade away, become murky, or bury themselves where I can never think of them. They never will...
This is the point where the cold grips you like ice. Where your fingers stiffen and slow. This is the point where the hairs on your arm stand at attention. They hope to grab whatever warmth they can find, but there is none. This is the point where I meet the dark.
The dark is an entity. It differs from mind to mind, from heart to heart. It corrupts and brings despair to whatever it touches. I have felt its caress. Clammy, cold. It makes me shiver. Inky in essence, It reaches out in hunger, preying on the innocent, the foolish, the naive. Whatever it can find. Whatever will unknowingly accept.
I thought I would know what he spoke of on site. 'Of course, it probably doesn't exist, but he must be worried about Something,' is what I believed. I thought I would know it. I thought I would know it. I had no idea.
I still don't know how he did it. How he passed through my day to day with a lie upon his lips. The Darkness, My Darkness, My David.
I'm stained now. His marks will never leave me. I am apart of the darkness as he is a part of me. We were perfect for one another, don't you see? He was the beginning as he was the end, We fit.
We fit.
We met only a few short years ago in university. I was young, idealistic, and naive. He was the worldly scholar that I met in my philosophy class. The topic of the class was logic and clear thinking. I had none when it came to David. He was my universe. All he did was fascinating and new and so much more important than anything my freshman friendships had to offer. He took my breath away.
Our relationship changed as quickly as the seasons but stayed just as steady. He didn't care about my silly quirks and I didn't mind his. We were perfect for one another. I was the beginning as he was the end, We fit.
It was the following year in September when it really began to change. I was no longer as naive but I was still young and innocent. What I could only imagine, David had seen and experienced and I was itching to do the same. He warned me about the world. Told me of the deep, dark, shadows that hid around every corner. I ignored him. I saw no shadows. I saw the light of knowledge and truth bearing out from every window and street corner. In my eyes, I was ready. In his eyes, I was a fool.
As I look back, I agree with him. I knew Nothing, But who could blame me? I was brought up sheltered from the dark. it was banished from my friends, my home, my family. Before that fall, I couldn't fathom that it even existed.
But it did. Oh God, how it Does. I will never, ever forget that. Never again. Never, ever again.
This is the point where the memories begin to change. I pray for them to fade away, become murky, or bury themselves where I can never think of them. They never will...
This is the point where the cold grips you like ice. Where your fingers stiffen and slow. This is the point where the hairs on your arm stand at attention. They hope to grab whatever warmth they can find, but there is none. This is the point where I meet the dark.
The dark is an entity. It differs from mind to mind, from heart to heart. It corrupts and brings despair to whatever it touches. I have felt its caress. Clammy, cold. It makes me shiver. Inky in essence, It reaches out in hunger, preying on the innocent, the foolish, the naive. Whatever it can find. Whatever will unknowingly accept.
I thought I would know what he spoke of on site. 'Of course, it probably doesn't exist, but he must be worried about Something,' is what I believed. I thought I would know it. I thought I would know it. I had no idea.
I still don't know how he did it. How he passed through my day to day with a lie upon his lips. The Darkness, My Darkness, My David.
I'm stained now. His marks will never leave me. I am apart of the darkness as he is a part of me. We were perfect for one another, don't you see? He was the beginning as he was the end, We fit.
We fit.