I can feel the darkness closing in.
It’s undeniable and heavy.
With every step, my body gets weaker.
My heart aches and twists like a balloon animal being created.
Every ounce of creativity and motivation seeps out of me.
The one thing that brings some relief are my books.
Escaping and putting myself into someone else’s shoes is a welcomed feeling.
The stories and people make me forget for just a few moments that behind me is the dark mass; waiting and watching for its opportunity to attack and consume me.
