There is something eerily comforting
About being
Stuck in my own mind.

There is something dauntingly
Familiar
About why I am
Stuck in my own mind.

There is something beautifully ironic
About myself that I
Fail to express;
I am a content girl spreading
Giddiness among others,
But,
I have a dark mind.

Thoughts purged by the
Darkness.
And, a heart that is
Light.

No.
My mind is not always full of
Darkness.
Stars linger in the dark of
Night,
And stars linger in the
Crevices of my mind.

There is no finality in
Darkness.
The stars; my heart -
They have proven this.