amongst the cobwebs and spiders

And back to the darkness I go.

Amongst the cobwebs and spiders.

A dark melancholic cloud claws its way over esteem, over hope and over expectations.

Dreams fall fast and shatter in the dark and endless abyss.

They never said falling down the rabbit hole was any fun.

A crack of light sends the entire room spinning.

A chance at freedom.

A chance at sight.

A chance at normalcy.

A chance at change.

A chance at sanity.

A chance at seconds.

We are pushed back up only to find ourselves blinded by the starkness of the light.

Blinded, we find ourselves plunged back into the darkness.