Afraid of the Dark
I have always been afraid of the dark. Well, at least I have for as long as I can remember. As soon as the lights go out, the fear comes back; I don’t know what I can do to stop it.I don’t know a time that I was not afraid.Honestly though, what is there to be scared of?I am looking at my room in the light. I know there is nothing. I can see every crevice and I know every spot. I know the placements of my things. I know where everything is.But then the lights go out.And you know what? It is not actually the dark I’m afraid of. Because the dark doesn’t create the monsters that appear.My mind does.I don’t know what is there. I mean, there isn’t anything there. But at the same time, my mind tells me there is.My mind tells me that I don’t know what is actually there.I see a shape and it is not my chest of drawers. I hear a sound and it is not the wind.It is something else. I feel my heart beating.I guess you could say I have a fear of the unknown.As I grow up, there is almost a peacefulness to the darkness.That is, until my mind wakes up.