the first word i ever said was "light." since then, i've probably been afraid of the dark, but only when there are windows. there's something odd about the blackness of a window when the room inside is lit. there could be something creeping outside and you'd never know it.
i used to have this dream when i was younger, i still conjure up the memories of it every now and again. it's an emaciated man with long grey hair and sunken eyes. he's not doing anything but staring.
i don't like to be outside in complete darkness either. maybe i'm just afraid of the outdoors...
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