The Light I Hate; The Darkness I Love

The light of day is poison to me. It is the bane of my existence, and the doom of my being. The light is darkness to my eyes; hated and feared. And the dammned light is evil to me. I hate it with a passion.

It is the dark that I love.

The quiet shadows of the night mingling with the owl’s cry, hearing the small dwellers of the earth go about their business safe from the predators of the sun, watching the silvery moon travel silently across the night sky; yes, this is what I love.

This is why I live.