I think I'm falling. Falling into a great dark abyss.
I've been there before but I made it out.
But I'm afraid that I'm teetering on the edge once again.
One small push in the wrong direction and I will fall, fall deep and fast. Back into the darkness, back into torment.
I can see the clouds forming over my internal sun.
I can see my light disappearing behind the thick black clouds, that are threatening to wash me away.
I can only see a sliver of light, a sparkle of hope. But the foreboding darkness is suffocating all thoughts of hope and happiness and masking them with darker thoughts.
The whispering insanity is ever present in the back of my mind and makes an appearance in my conscious thoughts.
It smiles happily and speaks in muttered tones,
but what are you saying?
It begins to become frustrated and starts to speak louder and louder until the screams fill my head and I feel like I might fall into them,
into the darkness that the voice opens up wide,
hoping to catch me and drag me in.