Lights Low

I spoke, clumsy and loudly, "Turn your light on." They replied casually, "I like the darkness, because there is mystery." I thought.

Things are hazy, mystic, in the dark, just light enough to make out the other, just your idea of what they'd look like, if the lights were to be turned on. But neither will turn on a light, it's almost painful and confronting, and there is an overwhelming sense of mystery in the dark, that is real. But I got lost.