The Shadow Within: Where I Truly Belong

I always found it odd, how everyone insists we chase the light. They say the bright places are safer, warmer—but whenever the candle burns low and the night slips in, I feel something real stir inside me. Sometimes I sit by the shattered window, cold wind creeping through the curtains, and watch shadows twist on the ancient walls. It should chill me to the bone, but that hush, those whispers in the night, they feel like home.

The darkness isn’t empty—not to me. In the flicker of the candle, every secret feels less lonely, every sigh of the wind feels like it’s telling a story no sunlight ever could. Out there, the world expects me to fit in, to ignore the chill and the echo and the way my heart beats faster where it’s dimmest. But in here, wrapped in quiet and shadow, I belong. Maybe you do too.

If you’ve ever felt like darkness was gentler than daylight, if you see beauty in the hush between gusts of wind, maybe you’ll understand. This isn’t about fear; it’s about feeling true. There’s comfort in the cold and the quiet, a place only you and I can find when everyone else turns away. Sometimes, the shadows feel more honest than the light.