You know what.
The darkness in people scare the living daylights out of me.
I am terrified of those black tentacles.
But when they show themselves, which is rather often, I willingly plunge myself into them. Because I can’t stand them having a grip on anything I love. and I want to replace them with love.
Because I know if any ever stick fast onto my heart, there are people I can turn to, who’d rinse me off from all that.
But meine Gute it is scary.
