sunny comfortable day:
I ignore you. Your light makes me high, and I begin to feel powerful. I speak with conviction in a moment, I am unaware. So I hide from the day, and lay with night and terrible fear. The fear of being known, my secret, my flaw. I hide from the light of day, scared of how I may infect you, with false hope. It feels good when you shine in my eyes, and touch my skin, but you change me physiologically. I cannot bare the weight of being kind, or being misunderstood as good. I enjoy the sunny comfortable day, or rather that it exists, but I cannot go outside, my destiny can’t be this.
MindWorld 