Darkness
Sometimes the darkness still comes. Sometimes it comes so strong that force of it surprises me.
Most of the time, I believe that other people can relate to me. But when the darkness comes, I realize that I am only kidding myself.
The others do not know. They cannot know. They cannot understand. They do not see, They will not see. They cannot understand the pain within.
They have never stared at a wall and watched it waver. Watched Reality shimmer in front of them. Watched and waited to see if it would all blow away like a sheet hung outside to dry.
I’ve worked so hard and for so long, yet this darkness follows me. Waiting. It has more patience than I ever could. We are linked.
Everything Changes.
But, of course, Nothing Changes. The worst cliches are always true.
I am alone.
