Hello

You know it's there. You can feel it, hear its raspy breaths and labored steps approaching every time the air gets quiet around you. The Darkness that owns you, that carries your truths when no one else knows them. So you run, you turn the music up and order another drink. Keep the waters calm for another day. 

There was a time when you relished the pain of tearing open the wounds, when you would lock the door and let your body sink into the rushing blood. It reminded you you were alive. It gave you hope of a bigger purpose. 

Perhaps the scars get thicker every time they heal, perhaps I'm just old and tired. I abhor meeting again those demons, content to simply walk these streets and believe it is enough. 

But paying the rent

isn't worth the sacrifice. 

Sleeping well

does not mean you are alive.