I feel like I live my life as a scared little wolf in a black room walled with thick slabs of black slate.
I am scared here, I hate the dark.
When life throws itself at me, and things go wrong, walls crack, and massive shelves of slate fracture off and splinter into the ground, threatening to cut me up, impale me, crush me.
Lately, it seems all the walls a sliding in, and falling.
I'm terrified.
I'm sober now, and the walls do not hold up to life any better.
I simply see the fear more clearly.
I am scared here, I hate the dark.
When life throws itself at me, and things go wrong, walls crack, and massive shelves of slate fracture off and splinter into the ground, threatening to cut me up, impale me, crush me.
Lately, it seems all the walls a sliding in, and falling.
I'm terrified.
I'm sober now, and the walls do not hold up to life any better.
I simply see the fear more clearly.