I can feel the darkness creep out of me.  Where the looming thoughts of failure, infidelity, and the vastness of becoming forever lost attack me.  I sit in my nightmare.  And although there is light, I am surrounded by darkness.  When even the sliver of light under the door; the hope, is just not enough. 

When all I can really do is stare at my hands and pray for breath.  Pray that I won’t be eaten alive.

-emmy