Darkness,
so cliché when hated,
when feared,
when thought of as visible absence,
when in reality everything is still there -
just hidden, taking a break from the scrutiny
of eyes ever judging.
Darkness,
when you can open your eyes and forget
that they’re not closed.
Swarm of spots
whose colors you're not sure even exist
and you're much less able to recognize them,
dancing,
flickering,
reminding you
that you're lucky
you’ve never seen
true black.
