It leaves slower than it comes. But it always comes back.
Creeping, peeking, grabbing ahold of my subconscious.
It tells me how simple it is to do – I just have to do it.
It grins at my sadness.
It laughs at my pain.
It gains its appetite rather frequently.
It feeds off of my spirit.
I find comfort in the corruption.
I am accustomed.
Sentenced to a lifetime of abnormality.
This is everything but ordinary.
I am held dear to the presence of heartache.
I am the Chosen One of everything that is unstable.
I am wide awake, but I’ve been here before.
Ideas in my mind.
We’ve planned this since childhood.
There is roaring beyond the bricks as it speaks softly into my ear.
Like lightening, anxiety, I’m filled.
Like fire, my blood, coursing.
Although it is tempting, I pray.
Like the Fall – It leaves.
But it will be back.
