The Light and The Dark
To be weighed down the the gray foggy mist. Chillness that is bone deep. All that sun dispersed by water in the air, keeping you insulated from its warmth. Grief is an all time job. It is self consuming so completely engrossing that life could be holding its hand out to you dancing to its mad rhythm and you do not even notice. Or if you do then you have no intention to break your melancholy because it is safe to be in rock bottom. It can't go any down, isn't that the very definition of rock bottom? But just when you think you have reached it the ground slides from beneath you and you are in free fall until the next thud. It no longer hurts. I think you have become numb to the impact. It all seems like an endless continuum. It is in these moments you discover yourself. When you strip away all that is on you, what are you left with? What is so central to your being that can not be stripped away. If you have the courage to look yourself in the eye in this abyss you finally see w