It's all okay.
I'm fine.
I'm falling,
But it's okay.
It's peaceful,
enchanting
relaxing.
All is perfect.
The wind's graceful hand reaches out and guides it's fingers through my hair
making me
feel
alive.
But then,
It hits me.
The
deeper
I
Go,
the
harder
I
fall.
The deeper I go
the darker
It
gets.
It won't be long until I slip,
carelessly
Into the dark cage of my thoughts.
Encasing me,
stangling me
suffocating me.
Every one of my worst fears
live here.
Every
single
one.
Surrounding me
deadening me
cupping me in its
hell
like
hands.
And suddenly,
I'm unable to
breathe,
As I realise,
my biggest fear
is
simply
myself.
