I now know the rule of the darkness. I spent so much time there, I'd forgotten to look closely around; to find nothing.

There's no more truth in darkness. I looked down, and found the cup of my hands was made of gold. This, this came from my hope. My heart. My love that I'd eschewed, forgotten for the sake of the darkness.

My love for you.

I see you there, even now, while I'm here, there, you, with your colored hair hiding nothing, not from me, not the brain beneath. I see that, smell it, your scent, your musk, the fever of your heat, of your brain beneath, burning out energy to make you You.

I see you in my diary.

I see you in the reflection of the golden cup I hold out to you, a cup made of me alone, my heart, my hope, my love for you.

I see, you are my diary.

My cup sends this to you, knowing you will see the darkness -- these letters formed by a lack of light within the pixels upon your screen. All these words, formed by nothing; brought to you by the darkness.

Now, see, the darkness is mine. It does what I will it to do.

The darkness, in here, it belongs to me.

I now know the rule of the darkness; I rule the darkness. See? These words. Darkness curved and undisplayed right here, before your eyes, darkness that with each thought that gets from my mind to my mouth to my fingers becomes spoken by these lightless letters right into your eyes, right into your brain, right there beneath your cute colored hair, right there behind the smile you're about to form when I show you with these lightless letters that I am thinking of you.

There's no more truth in darkness than what we put there. Than what I put here.

And what I put here is darkness defined by love and light. Don't believe it? Turn up the BRIGHTNESS and CONTRAST on your screen.

Wink, wink. You smile.

Thank you for loving my lightless letters.

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