Where has all this darkness come from? A mind once bright has now become shrouded in uncertainty. The walls are caving in, leaving me no where to escape. The ceiling is as high as the eye can see, further preventing me from reaching salvation. Why has this started? The feeling is similar. Like an old friend paying a visit. This friend is foe. This foe knows the inner workings of my mind and how to tweak it to their liking. The gears have shifted the other direction, the grinding ringing in my ears. The walls continue to move in closer as I contemplate the end. “Is this it?” I ask myself. And in an instant, I am reminded of my purpose. At this moment, the walls have stopped, and a light can be seen through the top. I look toward the light, and my eyes are now open. I am awake.
