in the earliest years of my youth, nothing terrified me more than the silhouettes that formed in the darkest darkness.
now, nothing claws fear from me. except, everything. those that i hold in the warmest corner of my heart are the same silhouettes that i pushed out with the light of a lamp.
the darkness that i used to fear i now embrace in place of those. as if flipped, i fear those in the light more than i do those in the dark.