I sit alone in darkness as peace settles all around me.

As the lights shut off in an instance, sound and movement throughout town mimic in the distance.

Pitch black covers my vision and blinds me from my own hands. The feeling when it lands against my side had me shook.

The darkness has separated my association of feeling from my sight, segregated my left from right, severed the feeling of the floor and ceiling from my height.

Yet I feel peace.

Peace knowing that nothing surrounds me but the familiar face of the unknown, an identity that's grown with me throughout my life.

You see, darkness is a relative of loneliness born of the same family. One embraces you from outside while his counterpart dwells inside damning me.

Yet when they're together, I feel peace.

My mind at ease, body and soul intertwined in harmony, harmoniously rejoicing in silence at the peace from the violence created by the light that shatters my peace of mind, shaking my sanity gnawing and clawing, ripping off a piece of mine.

Odd how light causes happiness in others, peace amongst sisters and brothers, yet does nothing but bother my inner sanctum and cover.

Tears my curtains open and breaks down the shutters, opens my eyes so I can see my peace warp into chaos.

My eyelids flutter as my life flutters away.