The darkness is overwhelming. It is simultaneously welcoming and rejecting. It is what makes me feel whole and destroys every molecule of my existence. The darkness is what I want and what I hate. It is my love, it is my rage. The darkness is everything and nothing at the same time. I fear it, and yet need it to survive. I am the darkness and it is (within) me.
(I only came to this realization simply because it reminded me of certain times of my childhood and the darkness - challenge, fear, the unknown, the future - cannot exist without any light - hope, happiness, opportunity, newness, excitement.)
The darkness has always been there, and always will be. I only hope to remember this when I die, and I will not be alone.