I was hiding in the closet. They said to me that this is the worst place to be in, but I was happy there. Closet was always similar to friend. I would lay down on the pile of grandmothers closes. I would close my eyes and would remember, well imagine, the better times. I would sing to myself all alone in that enclosed darkness. I was just happy. Happy by being all alone, but completely whole within myself.
They said to me that people are better company than this enclosed darkness. Still I could never believe that this is true. This enclosed darkness was my only friend. It did not hide from me, but it hides everything what was unimportant, perishable and useless.
They say that light is more beautiful. What the light touches is beautiful. However, I say to them that darkness takes away from you the need for beauty, for greatness and for pretense. Darkness makes everything equal and everything the same. After all, if you cannot see how you can say that it is not the same. In the darkness nothingness is exalted and everything becomes obsolete. Nothingness is you. Nothingness is I. What we build in this nothingness is real you and real me. Still some of us are afraid of the darkness.