Darkness is something amazing.
It gives you so much room. Room to feel, to expand. To grow. It's like infinite space.
Darkness is the one thing that probably makes me feel more awake than anything else.
It makes my brain work in a different manner it does during daytime.
I enjoy darkness so much, I sometimes wonder if I'm a bit weird like that.
I could sit in the dark for hours.
Actually, that's what I do, most of my evenings.
Like now.
V for Vendetta is on at BBC3 but I've seen it so many times that I've turned the volume off and watched youtube videos of Dúné instead.
This post is being written by me right now (which on my clock, is 22:48pm), right here on the blog.co.uk website.
I never do that.
Usually I write in word and then just copy it.
On the spot writing.
Someone should do that as an event. Open to the public. Just sit down and write. A bit like an exam, but without rules. Everything goes. As long as it's words.
I like that idea.
I'm trying to find an interesting and well-written quote about darkness to post here, but all I get is negativity. Darkness as an undesirable state of mind or soul, as the thing to avoid and where one hides all those filthy secrets and dark traits of the own soul.
I think darkness is a very desirable state!
Maybe not darkness itself, but the act of feeling comfortable in it. And please don't get me wrong here, I am not using darkness as a metaphor, but merely using it for what it was intended for - to describe the lack of light.
And that is not at all a bad thing - in darkness, my eyes can finally open up fully, without having to avoid that irritating direct light, I can relax, I can let go of everything and let my spirits and thoughts flow and fly. In darkness they are free to go wherever they want to go. There is nothing holding them back.
Whereas some might see darkness as a space where they can discover what they think is naturally abnormal and wrong, I merely see it as an opportunity to reach out just that bit more than usual. Go further. Think outside the box.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
Not exaclty the quote I was looking for, but I think it's a very sweet one.
