That darkness crept in again.
Somehow it always does.
Sitting here wishing that I could go back in time. How many times has someone wished the same thing? Have You ever? Maybe it was something you said to me that you are hoping I’ll forget. Or a promise you made that you now wish you could un-make. Is falling something you’d change?
Excuse me while I continue to dig this hole all by myself. Keep that rope curled up at your feet. When I’m deeply submerged in the darkness you can throw it to me. As if you could rescue me..