When I first looked into darkness as an infant
I was swallowed by it
All my days since have been twilight haze
Every memory coated in summer-sunset film
Beating with the soft glow of nostalgia
I have always been the night walker but never the night owl
I do not come alive in the darkness
but am rather
Rocked gently against, and into it
My shadows have shadows and they are all kind
All of them a comfort and a friend
I will step into a void and its yawning mouth will smile at me
I have always been smiling back