Darkness resides all around me, it envelops my soul, I do not fear it but welcome it. Very little light shall penetrate the darkness, for too much light may end up destroying me rather than saving me. There is one beacon of light that keeps some of the darkness at bay, that light is my son, for without him the darkness would completely consume my soul. I know that there are women out there whose light could free my soul from most of the darkness, it would be a love of kindness and hope and happiness and giving. But there are also women out there who could bring my soul even further into the darkness, making it a love of despair and pain and torture and pleasure. Shall we drink a glass of wine and take walks in the park or shall we drink of each other and experience painful pleasure?
