Sometimes I wonder how its even possible that I am as afraid as I am.

Like I’m sitting in bed for the millionth time and it’s almost 1am and I’m panicking. It feels so dark and feels like every bodily tick means something is wrong, and I feel like I can’t take it one more second.

But then a second passes and then another, and there really is no choice in the matter. I have to keep taking it.

Maybe in the dark of the deep caves of my mind, a tiny flame burns. Sometimes I think I feel it.

But right now the heavy fog of fear is hiding it.

“This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting every time”