Dammit, I can’t tell you why, but you do have to try!
Why? This dark hole suits me. I can be as bright as I want in here.
The dark hole suits everybody! It asks nothing of you. You can pour yourself into it, take up the whole space, be a no-thing or a some-thing. Your failures and your triumphs never touch another soul. You can extinguish or burn alive...the dark hole cares not. It persists. And cares not.
But I...am afraid of the light outside.
So is everyone. I can’t tell you why either. Maybe we are all scared that someone will come along and touch a match to the fabric of our lives, sending it up in flames and rendering us stark naked in the eyes of all? It does petrify me to think I would be found wanting.
But you still have to try?
You still have to try. One dark hole is waiting for us all, it is a disservice to step into it before our time.
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I wish you’d get up.
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Please? We all love you out here.
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Please
















