Darkness

So many people struggle with things like depression, self-depreciation, and the like for no apparent reason. Many people have no "Real" problems in their life. No broken home, no inabilities, nothing to blame their problems on. In which case, many take even the smallest problem and slip into these habits. In their mind these problems become their world, and thus the depression sets in. No justifiable cause, yet just as real repercussions. 

Why?

Somehow it is attractive

Somehow it is repelling

Somehow it is distasteful

Somehow we cannot live without it

Somehow we rush to embrace it

Somehow we prefer to dwell in it

There is something about darkness that is attractive. Though its presence may be disliked, though depression may be all too real of a pain, there is something in it that attracts us, and something about it that makes us want to dwell in it. The darkness is real. It is evil. It surrounds us.

Somehow we become enveloped.
Somehow we enjoy its company. 

Somehow it is comfortable.

And so we draw closer

We become darkness.

We

Are

Darkness