The pages flicker past me. The black on white imprinting on my memory. Letters flying from all directions. Words engulf my mind. They form endless sentences. Thousands of meanings, hundreds of lines. Black markings swarm my brain overwhelming it. To take it all in seems an impossible task. But I do. I swallow the words thrown at me. Consume everything I can. My mind translates as I read on. All these words are for me. all these words are mine. No one can take this away from me.

The dark abyss. Yeah clichés. Deal with it. The dark abyss leans over me. Its high sides towering above me; threatening to crash down at any moment. Wash over me. Take hold of me completely. Own me, control me, run me. Ruin the perfect day. Crush the perfect moment. Take away everything I've been striving to hold onto. Like having the floor drop away from beneath you it waits to drop on me. The agonizing pain of trying to hold this cloud above is a constant burden. Struggling forever to push it off, keep it at bay. Keep it far enough away that it can't harm you. Keep it far enough away that maybe you won't lose your grip. Because you know if you slip and it falls... It will engulf you. It will not let go. It will wrap around you.Enter every orifice. Poison you surely. The immense challenge to put it back up. To lift off a cloud of despair so thick and heavy you need a hundred helping hands. This one you can never rely on being able to go through with. So everyday you put all your effort into holding this cloud. Keeping this evil away so you can live. Live free and happy. But the constant cloud hangs...