During my childhood, I used to be scared of the dark.
Every child was at some point.
But I was particularly scared of a dark corner in my room.
Right between my white dresser and the pink wall across from my bed.
The darkness always confused and scared me.
Confused me because I felt like there was something there,
Scared me because I knew something was there.
From time to time, it would come out,
And stroke my dark hair while I was sleeping.
My parents reassured me that it was my grandma who passed when I was young.
But I knew it wasn’t her,
It couldn’t had been.
Now,
As an adult,
I travel through my life
Looking for the person in the shadow.
Looking for dark entities to make me feel like a child again.
Dark entities to make me feel safe and loved.
Over time,
I realized I need to become that dark entity.
The one who will love and protect me from the scary world we live in.
If I don’t love or protect myself first, who will?
The Paramour 