It Calls You

There is something about the dark that calls us into it. Whether it is the itch to find out what is of the unknown even if we know not to touch or the itch to get out from whatever hides in the unknown depths of what we know of darkness. Because no one really knows what is in there; some believe that our demons hide there, others that evil lurks there to take over the curious, and some just try to avoid it while they know they will never escape it. But sometimes darkness likes to show us a glimpse of what its depths can give us. For instance, when the dark nights feel kind, it gives us stars. Big bright balls of all-consuming gas. To us, the small humans, stars are small, unreachable, beautiful, and one of the things that make darkness dangerously beautiful. Those perfect spheres can calm our fears just with a taste of their blinding brightness, even from afar, they fill us with warmth and it makes us feel safe. Stars are beautiful, yes, but stars have one job: lure us into the darkness. It makes us feel good, so we keep our minds busy until they fade and we are stuck in the middle of the dark depths wondering how we got there. A moment of quiet joy turns into quiet fear. We're stuck. Defenseless. Alone. Nothing will come for us. Our only chance is to wait. To wait for the darkness to fade into the morning light. They will tell you that it will come soon. In the blink of an eye. But darkness has the power to make time stop. An hour gone feels like a second when you are on your knees praying for the morning light to come. Because you think that is found to help. So, the dark hours drag on almost making at noise to let you know that it moves, but not as fast as you had liked. Our minds loud while we blame the stars. Blame them for luring us. For making us defenseless. For making us forget our beliefs on darkness. Because we knew that darkness was alluring for all the wrong reasons. Darkness seems to win every time. Or at least that is what our thoughts tell us in the dark. Because that is when it gets the loudest. Or maybe is that voice that whispers from nowhere. Because it is really everywhere. It mocks our fear and it savors our stupidity. We knew better. Yet the stars were beautiful, and they will forever be. We know that once light comes to save us, it will not last. It never does. We forget. It is practically a cycle. That is what we are good at. Dangerous cycles. Because we are human. We make mistakes, and sometimes we learn from them. Sometimes we do not. Because only humans stumble over the same rock twice. When it comes to darkness, I have lost count. Maybe over a million times? Who knows. At the end, Darkness is one of those things we forget to learn about. To remember its sting. The danger. No matter how many times we tell ourselves not to touch it, to hear it, to almost want it, not to believe the sense of calm the stars in it will bring, we will always get sucked in. We will always find ourselves stuck in our fear. We will always hope for light in the dark. We will always find ourselves in the dark. Because there is something in the dark that calls us into it.