It was dark. We were both lying in bed when he began to stroke my hair.
I love the night; I’ve always found it fascinating. When I was a little girl I would imagine the night like a mysterious man covering the world with his dark blue cloak made with satin and stars. Humans feeling protected and hidden by it would finally feel free to reveal their true selves. Poems, dreams, perversions, fantasies, ghosts, tears and prayers: don’t they all belong better to the night?
I love darkness. You don’t need to close your eyes to drift somewhere in the clouds; in the darkness I can be wide awake and still dream of you.
Somebody once said that we all have a lot of darkness in our souls – Anger, rage, fear, sadness- and it’s part of the human condition. In the course of life you figure out ways to…
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