The distant gray

In a moment, darkness will come. Often taken for granted, the light will fade.

An old friend, loneliness, becomes a treasured company.

The silence is not defining, but the battle of wits is horrifying, voices whisper

tragedy and pain, the temptress Misery hides behind her smile.

Only for a moment, and no longer, life seems gray, all the love in the

world can't save you here.

Endless, falling into bottomless self-pity, violently pushed from an edge into

nothingness. Life can be blurry sometimes. It is not the light that is sought after,

nor is it the darkness, it is the desire for peace and rest in an otherwise dismal world.

The burden is quite heavy and tediously boring...it is not the hand that reached

down that breathes life, it is the perception of hope that comes with it. You will take

this hand and crawl your way back, it's just there in the taunting distance.

If only you could touch it.

Like a strike of lightning, you gasp and feel the air. Life feels precious again,

breathe it in and live.

Tomorrow is on its way just as fragile as today.