tell me about your self in darkness

tell me about your self in darkness.  it is better.  truth in its self-depreciating version, easier between strangers.  this, as much a confession.  in a room, turn off the lights.  and let the shadows play.  the outlines of leaves and silhouettes of dim slanted light from the window.  in darkness, we are strangers without faces without names.  and the walls that is our body collapse without restraints.  in darkness, we merely are psyches.  with wear and tear.  closed in the seen eternal space.  reminiscent of eternity.  no matter how illusory.  there is no line, there is no body.  only voice and breathing.  and a small lock, with its tentative key, from a deluge of eidetic remembering.