Once again I find myself playing the role of the skeptic, deceived into thinking this darkness has been overcome. It creeps into my life, like a serpent, poisoning every thought that I have. I want to believe without second guessing. I want to live a life not infected. Why is it that I struggle? So hard to relate. Everything that I know has been burned to the ground. A pile of ashes leaves me devastated, but I still see clearly through the smoke. The light is drowning out, so quickly. Numbed by a cardinal craving to belong.
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