2014-06-30 - 11:28 a.m.

This bludgeoning life that beats you down monumentally, though each day you rise like a sunflower, sticking out of the dirt with a face full of sun hoping the night will not encroach the way it always does, so that there are no seams between the darkness and the light, one just blending into each other, not starkly but subtly, until at last you're left panting, and surrounded by the dark, the dark that takes so long to recognize, and is so hard to shake off once you know that it is there. The darkness is an island, small in the vast ocean, but for those that have been there, it encompasses the entire world.