Where I’m from

You don’t know where I’m from do you? 

I come from somewhere that you can never see,  although you may have been there yourself.

Where I’m from it’s always dark when I start my journey.   

Gradually, along the way there are glimmers of light. When I get to a bright spot, I stop to bask in its warmth. This is where I’ll be happy. This is when you are there with me. I didn’t even see you coming… It was too dark in the beginning. I’m glad that you're here. This is where everything will be perfect.

Suddenly it’s becoming too hot in the light, but I don’t want to let it go. I want to make it right. I want to stay in the light because that’s what you’re supposed to do… Right? I need to be seen. I want to be accepted. I need validation. At least that’s what I see. I see everyone in the light searching. Searching for what you can never find in the dark.

I’m not afraid of the dark…

I’m not afraid of the dark…

Tell me that I’m doing the right things… Tell me that you can see me… Tell me… Just tell me that you love me.

Do you love me?

Where I’m from you can’t be seen.

Where I’m from you can only listen… Sometimes it’s loud in the dark.

Sometimes it’s quiet. Either way, I can’t tell if I’m doing the right things.

Is there love where I’m from?

I’m sure I’ll hear you… If you tell me.

Something is pulling me. It feels like strong hands... They’re pulling me back towards the dark. I don’t want to go, but I’m not afraid. I’ve never been scared of the dark. They’re pulling me back towards where I’m from.

When I start my way back, I’m always in the light.

Gradually along the way there are faint shadows. When I’m finally back in the dark, I stop and enjoy its cool emptiness. Now that I’m back, I want to stay, because… This is where I’m from. I can’t see you anymore, but I know that you’re still here with me. I saw your shadow following me. I’m glad that you’re here. This is where everything will be perfect.

In the dark… Nobody will judge you. You don’t need to pretend. No one will see your imperfections. You’re perfect.

I do love you, don’t I?

I’m going someplace that you can never see, even though you may go there yourself.

You don’t know where I’m from do you?

Love, LifeEuri Gileswriting