Amniotic Truths

You begin in darkness

Not metaphorically. Literally.

Pitch black. Womb-side.

Nine months of cushioned, amniotic anonymity

Your first permanent address had no windows,

No light, no rent, no WiFi

Just heartbeat, silence, and absolute peace

Darkness didn’t judge your existence

It nurtured it.

It let you grow — ugly, confused, half-developed, with zero opinions

Darkness doesn’t ask for credentials

But the moment you crawl, crying, out of your mother’s body,

Blinded, slapped into breath,

They celebrate the "light"

They call it a miracle

They call it a beginning

They call it life

Which is rather ironic —

Because that’s the exact moment the bullshit begins

Daylight teaches you shame

Daylight teaches you performance

Daylight hands you syllabus, deadlines, expectations, norms

Daylight is the bane and the pain of existence — smiling while fucking you sideways with policies you never agreed to

Darkness lets you be

Daylight makes you become —

Become what they want, what they can label, package, moralize, monetize

Darkness doesn’t care if you’re broke or bisexual

Darkness doesn’t see creed, caste, or colour

It doesn’t ask how much money you have or what religion you tick on census forms

It holds everyone the same — womb, grave, blackout, equally

But light?

Light separates

It puts spotlights on hierarchy,

Stages your insecurities with HD clarity

Light is propaganda with a brightness setting

It shines on what’s beautiful, sure —

But only by calling everything else ugly

You call darkness evil.

Because the eerie and the horrifying and the grotesque need a backdrop

Because you’re too dumb to realize

It wasn’t the dark that scarred you —

It was the light at the end of the tunnel

You fear the dark because darkness doesn’t flatter you

Doesn’t pretend to validate your existence

While you gaslight your way through daylight

Saying you want to be able to see through — and yet panic at transparency that doesn’t come wearing trigger warnings

Ever wondered why you really fear the darkness?

Because it reminds you

That everything you’ve constructed in daylight— your morality, your politics, your vanity, your pride, your identity —

They mean nothing, none of it, nothing at all

When the lights go off

Because darkness is the only place you are ever truly yourself

Unseen. Untouched. Unapplauded. Unperforming.

When they say, “Don’t be scared of the dark"

I smile and I say— “I’m not scared of the dark. I’m scared the light might never switch off”