Darkness makes everyone susceptible at some time. Within it, our visual sense vanishes inside it, and we have no notion of who or what is around us. We rely on our vision to guide and protect us. However, as I grew older and experienced a traumatic event, darkness became my safe haven. Nobody will pay attention to me. Nobody will know who I am. Nobody will ever know I was there. In any case, it has worked out in my favor. It's reassuring. It has become a witness to my terror, anguish, tears, and loneliness.
I had no idea... I wasn't warned, or perhaps I was, but I ignored warnings that I'd be lured into the darkness by an incident that would turn me against it.
I gasp in air. Pakiramdam ko ilang oras akong hindi nakahinga. Unti-unti kong iminulat ang mata ko and all I could hear was the
