Welcome to my haunting…it follows me wherever I go.
I’ve grown quite fond of it now, and I’m content.
There’s something beautiful about it’s shadows and fog; something comforting about the blanket of mystery it wraps around me, daring me to look beyond my own costumes and masks and see myself in its reflection.
We’ve become rather friendly now, and have accepted each other’s flaws and darkness.
I suppose that’s why I seem to shine so brightly to others, and appear to have no darkness whatsoever.
Light is brighter in the dark, right?