I’ve ignored the signs for days. Denial, or maybe I just didn’t realise. The time between was longer but it can’t be that time? Not again, not already. The familiar cloak of darkness has wrapped itself around me once again and my mind cannot see a life beyond misery.
It’s a light cloak this time, not the heavy velvet I am used to that blocks out all light. This cloak allows a little light through, just a twinkle, not extinguishing all hope. Yet.
But how can it be that time again? I want longer, more happiness, more joy. More life.