Night

There is a time when the past is so painful, it is never spoken. This is the foundation for so much grief, sadness, misery, loneliness, regret. Surrounded by friends, but so alone. Desiring solitude to be the real you.
Sometimes when you take a leap of faith, the bungee cord breaks, the parachute doesn’t open and you just free fall on a ride that is at first exciting, then you realise there is no safety net and land in a place that is untenable. The life you knew is now no longer. The security is gone. The desires are different to reality. You know you can climb back up and be someone else, but the cost. Self doubt just kills you. You realise that it has to get worse before it gets better. How much more can the spirit take? I am this person.