I think I may be
Nyctophilic
Because I love
The darkness
The relaxing nothingness,
Eigengrau flooding my eyes
Releasing me from the world
For a little while
I used to be scared
Of what lurked inside,
But I accepted the dark
As part of me
The dark is good
Just look at the night sky, dark as well
It is mysterious and glorious
And maybe it does have danger
But if you learn to accept
You will find the dark comforting as well
And you may join me in the group of
Nyctophilics; the people who live in the eigengrau
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
I think I may be
Nyctophilic
Because I love
The darkness
The relaxing nothingness,
Eigengrau flooding my eyes
Releasing me from the world
For a little while
I used to be scared
Of what lurked inside,
But I accepted the dark
As part of me
The dark is good
Just look at the night sky, dark as well
It is mysterious and glorious
And maybe it does have danger
But if you learn to accept
You will find the dark comforting as well
And you may join me in the group of
Nyctophilics; the people who live in the eigengrau
A random poem about darkness
Nyctophilia: finding comfort and relaxation in the dark
Eigengrau: the color black that you see. Pronounced i-jen-grouh
