I'm in a Dark Place

I'm in a Dark Place.

It comes and goes.

This time is worse than others,

Tired. Beaten down. Silent.

 

I don't want to talk about it.

To talk about it is to relive it.

Why? To find some meaning in the meaningless?

To absolve you of the guilt that you caused my pain?

Fine. It wasn't you.

 

There is comfort in my dark place,

Silence. No stimuli.

My heart beats.

My soul cries and stops.

 

Despair is the dark brother of hope.

Childish things, both.

I am to old for childish things.

Acceptance. Recognition. Appreciation.

Peace.

And a dark place.

It comes and goes.

 

Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox camera right. Triggered by Cybersync.

 

Done