Darkness; Day 47
The darkness seeps in once more. The cold of the winter upon my chest. Loneliness, thy name is Christopher. Inner twisting tentacles of fear and loathing wrap themselves across my brain. I was so sure of their absence, their escape from this wild and lovely world. Deep in the recesses of my mind, I knew of their inevitable return, but not like this. There is disconnect, discord, and disillusionment where certainty once was. Where self-confidence once was. There is little left for me here;soon I shall fly free from this place, and look back with only fondness.