Darkness is the one thing we can see with our eyes open or closed.
So encompassing we are compelled to stretch a hand out and touch what isn't there.
Closing our eyes we imagine a real thing, drifting about, surrounding everything.
It swirls through our fingers and we breath it in.
Darkness demands patients and quiet and small quiet breaths.
Without light our senses are reduced to smell and touch and this calls to some primitive part of our minds. For countless eons we depended on touch to guide us after the sun set. We learned and then lived for the touch of the wall, and then our loved ones, and the quiet.
How much was lost when we learned to banish the darkness?
Did we forget how to touch?
I don't fear the darkness, it teaches me daily to trust my touch, to trust my thoughts, to share this with others.