Mother

Darkness is not of stone. Darkness is an envelope. Tightly sealed yet soft as air, softer than the finest fabric, warmer than the thickest coat. Darkness lets me rest my weary eyes.

Darkness is a mother, and a home. Those who find respite in it each have their own, yet it is the same, empty and easy and unfeeling. Maybe it is the only experience to truly be shared, as nothingness is the sole concept one can communicate without loss of depth.

Happy Halloween 🎃🕷️👻

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