I move in the shadows between the abyss and the sunlight. Part of me in each world. Sometimes I am deathly afraid to turn my face to the sunlight and feel its warmth, as if, for some reason, I feel I don't deserve it. Or I can't trust the light to keep the darkness at bay, so I always keep one part of me in the blackness, to keep watch for anything that might come for me.
Or maybe what I can't trust is myself, can't trust me to fully slough off the black; always wary that I might hurt someone with darkness that I thought I had left behind.
So I let that part of me live because I can't live without it. It sits and waits, a sniper waiting for a clean shot. Sometimes, I forget it's there, and briefly, for one perfect moment, I am truly alive.