call it what you want.

alone in the dark

a common theme of my writing.

my place of peace, perceived happiness

my home, where i am comfortable.

no negativity, none but my own.

feelings of self love, fall deep within the shadows.

its inescapable, this feeling i feel.

the weed takes me higher, to high to feel.

i am not scared of the truth. or to be different.

i almost prefer it, its where i feel most comfortable.

but nothing matches the bliss

of being alone in the dark.

the dark is so overwhelming and embracing

it attacks me from every angle, encompassing my being.

i see a light. i do.

i am on my way there. i am.

life is long and i have time to grow

there is a time for everything, i must let it come

but blame has to stop

for the power to forever be mine.

the power to control my destiny

as meaningless as it may seem.

i am not the norm

its all bigger to me.

no one understands.