5. digging for depths part II
I always wanna know what peoples dark side is. The light is so easy to see but the dark I have to work hard to know it. And even harder to understand it.
But it feels like a hunt for the dark. I feel like every time I leave my house I’m going out hunting for darkness. I can’t stop wondering what the bodega man’s deepest fear is. What is a secret the women at check out has never told anyone before? I’m dying to know.
I’m wondering about it constantly.
To me, there is nothing more intimate than sharing your darkness with someone so they may offer you some light.
I’m addicted to the exchange.
Either way the pendulum swings.
Sometimes I am the darkness in the room.
But being the light is my favorite.
And that can be dark for others.
It can be dark for me.
I never remember how dark it can get until the other person is screaming at me in a car.
I always forget that once someone has shown you their darkness, they think it’s okay for them to use it with you. They think you’ll understand. They think you’ll allow it without having to ask for forgiveness.
People pour out onto me.
I dig so deep within them
That it exhausts me
And enlivens them
They take my energy
I’m left with none
I’m always looking for the answers I seek
I’m always on a hunt to know a strangers secret
The story of my life is a great tale of heading towards the dark