The days spread out before us, darkness eating at the world, we get pulled into that airless pit. The worry weighing heavier than the soil scattered on the graves of our dead. The trap was set at birth; sadness, depression, loneliness,- they all feed upon us when we’re weak and the weakness grows stronger as we grow. For every splash of light there will always be a blackness holding fast to our ankles.
Batten-tight your doors or let it all in…
but weakness will steal your soul if you let it.