The Dark Corners

March 28th, 2018

You know when you’re vacuuming and you can’t seem to reach the dirt that is deep in the corners of a room. So you just vacuum over it, knowing it did nothing but move past anyways. I’m waiting for that someone who cares enough to kneel down, see all the dark, untouched spots and clean it out with their bare hands. Someone who felt that those corners mattered too, because the darkness would always loom over that “clean” room. Those corners are what connect the wall to the floor. The hidden piece that makes a room…a room. And even though the majority of people walking in and out will think it’s clean, the room will always feel dirty. No one cares to notice the corners of a room. It’s the decorations that catch the eye and sometimes they are put there to purposely distract.

I’m just waiting for someone who isn’t frightened by my dark corners. Someone that wants to see how I truly am stripped of my distractions. Someone who realizes that when they witness my emptiness, they experience my fullness.