Creeping back in

Searching.. . .

Darkness dear old friend

How I have not missed the 

Clouding my mind.. 

That turns into racing thoughts

The constant feeling of why.. 

Where is my purpose.. 

The strength to move 

Even though the bed just feels so..

Comfortable then it once was

I tell myself i am strong and give myself some relief 

My heart sinks.. 

Over the little things..

Oh the little things 

Through it all even when there is light

It just feels like a flicker

But if you blink just a little to fast.. you'll miss it

Come back.. 

Little Light.. 

  Lets be friends..