I've always seen beauty in darkness, and for whatever reason that seems to bother people.
I don't know if it scares them or what. I just know the looks I get, and they suggest that I'm odd, uncouth, or depraved. And I am. I'm all those things and more.
Some things in this world are obviously beautiful. Other things are ostensibly ugly—until you look closer. I guess that's why I appreciate the dark side—because I've been willing to explore it. I wish everyone would. I think doing so can make us better humans. Deeper, anyway.
But I recognize not everyone's wired this way. Some are too afraid to confront their darkness. Others perhaps truly unable. Or maybe I'm the one who's full of fear, always running toward dark corners, too afraid to face the world as it is.
At any rate, we are not haunted by our darkness; we are haunted by the limits we set against it.
The images in this post are part of my effort to represent the beauty of which I speak, of which I feel.