I sense it all fading to black. Deep within the recess of my mind. Forgotten traces of skin. Your face against mine. Soft kisses indulge me. Am I wrong to deny that part of me? Where the passion blazes within? Entwined beneath silk sheets. We morph into one another. Like fabric in the rain, Drenched in exhaustion and shame. Who am I? But a child. Lost to the darkest shadows the mind can conjure. Fragmented memories cling to the reel soon forgotten. Fear is the weakness parents taught the young. Am I any different? Is ignorance? Better or worse? A question often asked. We believe what we see but refuse to see the truth. And still. . the darkness calls.