Simple?

     Anything but that. Being simple is the most pained experience that anyone can have, especially when all that one craves is the oft experience of being something else.

     Of being...

     Different.

Chaos, whether it be free willed, or the organized destruction of one's senses? Is not only something that people wish to get...

It's something they want.

Something they crave.

It's like...

The forbidden touch of an unruly lover... The feelings of their hands gently running down your spine, sending shivers through your body, and even though you know you should stop them...

You don't.

But don't mind that. Because after all...

The human mind craves what they don't have.

Before we explore, her love for darkness, run with me to a place...

Where tensions are high, as they converge into one, bodies pressed against each other, lips crashing together like raindrops on a dewy morning. Hands running, senses not only heightened, but bursting, where the simplest touch will light a fuse that won't be quenched by just one touch...

Run with me too this place of , debauchery, lewdness, and convolution of not only what you see as innocence and pure pleasure...

But maybe... In the darkest recesses of my dear readers mind...

Maybe you will understand why not only darkness is dangerous...

But why darkness is so crave able