Wish I'd written this yesterday when I was really down as it may have had more feeling but here goes:
Laying hidden from the world, looking upwards I feel the sky closing in. The world around is white noise, unwelcome and sometimes predatory.
The sky moves closer and darkness falls. A dense fog lurks overhead and brings with it its numbness of feeling. I sense the change in oxygen as my lungs struggle to breathe, and I shrink to half my size.
Where was the world I knew yesterday, or last week? Is this the same place? Are these the same faces? Is there anybody else there?
I call out from within my head but my mouth makes no sound. Part of me is happy with this. It enables me to wallow. I want to be consumed by this. The other part fights the pressure from all sides, the pressure that tries to cave me in, that tries to crush me.
I am exhausted, but I will wait for the darkness to pass and the storm to break. It will break.
Post Edited (Mackem) : 12/12/2008 3:10:03 PM (GMT-7)