darkness follows me like an old friend. which is why i have no problem writing about it. writing about the night skies and their equally dark rooms. when you spend a lot of time in dark rooms, you start having a deeper appreciation of low light and shadows. it’s a calming feeling in being alone with your thoughts. it’s when you open your heart to the shadows, and remind yourself of how much you have left of your journey. at this point i am not sure if my journey is beginning or ending. or maybe i am still in the middle of this fork in the road, wondering which way 