You know, lately, I feel as though I've been falling down this hole. No idea how I got in it, if I slipped or was pushed, but I'm just drowning deeper and deeper into an inky black darkness that seems to have no bottom to it, nothing to break my fall, nothing to end the depression that I feel. Then I realize, I'm not falling, there is nothing around me because what I am inside is myself, my own mind wrapped in shadows of doubt and depression, and the one sliver of light I had, I held in the palm of my hand. I opened it, and the world began to show itself, painting as though my subconscious wanted free of my self-imposed blackness. Characters of my dreams and reality showed, each looking at me, arms outstretched, asking me to decide upon which line to stand beside. I reach out both my hands, and stand in between, never wanting to let go or choose.
I choose a third option few only see, few can only read or hear, that many call madness and others call genius. I chose to stand on the line, hands in both worlds, never letting go, for both were of my creation, my decisions, and what in turn create me and form my life. As the darkness once more closes in, I close my eyes, ready to open them once more, the new day ahead.
........DAMN! That felt good writing. Loving this work, Nub, this is what I have been missing for my writing,