So as my world was falling apart, in the wake of a dream, or shall I call it a nightmare of fear and pain. I find a little light in the far end of the room. I stumble towards it, craving for some last remance of hope before I completely give up on my world, before I finally slip over the edge. months go by and that light is still not near enough to me as I need, its there, in my grasp, but I don't have a hold on it.
I still cant walk enough on my own to grab a hold of it, I'm slipping and falling... and it slips away across to the other side of the room again... and I fall... it had been my support beam for so long. I get angry, upset with the light and more so, upset with myself. I love this light, but it's pushing me away. So I get up, and as much as it hurts I walk across that room, which surprisingly doesn't take as long as I thought, and I grab a hold of that light
and I'm not letting go.
This light is a man, that I don't want to lose. ever.
I lost him once, he let me go... but I held on hard and i fought my way, and he is mine again...
if only I could see that I could have him closer still... I would be able to put out that tiny fear deep deep down about being abandoned again....
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