Dwelling in the dark made me special, exempt from pain and suffering. What I slowly began to realize that everything that I was hiding from was waiting, whispering luring me further and deeper into a place where few have gone. Some people make it out alive but they have the scars. Occasionally I still hear whispers calling me coaxing me reminding me of the fun we had. Old habits are hard to break. I'm still adjusting to how bright things are. Now instead of wandering in the dark endlessly, I close my eyes in the light walking around bumping into things not the best solution to solving problems but it does help.