I like the darkness nowadays,

It is soothing and cool.

The light used to be my home once.

The light,

Illuminating,

Shining.

Then, glaring,

Blazing,

Blinding.

TVs,

Mobiles,

Laptops,

A never-ending glow,

A non-stop flow,

Of information,

Shining Light,

Highlight,

All-white,

Overpowering all colour,

All-white,

Piercing through my brain.

The colour of anger is not red,

It is all-white,

Light- piercing through everything,

Pure,

Clear,

Like acid.

I need some shade now,

Some grey,

My eyes yearn for some rest now,

Some sanity,

Away from the light,

From insanity.

Ignorance is bliss,

I am ready to slip,

In that bed of my self,

Wrapped in the bedsheet of darkness,

Before I have to wake up again.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton