time: dark as my soul
I'd always loved nighttime. Seeing stars scattered across the violet sky, hearing the poetic silence of sleep brought me comfort. Visualizing random shapes stitched from stars in the sky was something I loved to draw.
The tiny globes of gas and fire could create a masterpiece.
And I got to see Eros. It scared me that I liked him this much; it scared the living s**t out of me. He was able to break the barrier I'd built so carefully around myself.
He didn't regard me as just a pretty face, I was much, much more.
He was peeling away the clinging insecurities about myself with each burning touch.
I felt stronger, more confident. I was learning to love myself little by little. Even the flaws that I loathed.
I accepted that living with this pent-up depression wasn't
