Light Bulbs, Dark Secrets

my withholding results in an absolute feeling of disconnect, and then I am floating in an abyss of dark stories. I try to only disclose those with a seemingly happy ending, it's hard to talk about myself, because I do not know how this one plays out. I toy with honesty, but it tends to burst open the dam, and I revert back, willingly. just know how terribly bad I wish not to be here where I am, just know that I got permanently affected by events that I am, years later, attempting to decipher if I had any part of. know that I feel each and every light that dies in here, and they leave me wondering who is going to lead the way.

dark bulbs versus light stories.