Sometimes I lose my mind. My mind fills with emptiness, and suddenly the thought of being alone for even a second seems unbearable. As if the darkness would take me, if I were to be left in it by myself.
I have felt this way for a week or so; and yet I've found myself on the other side, once again. And I wish I could remember this, hold on to this memory; so when the darkness comes for me, I could remember. I wish could remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and that there is always hope; that there is a god in each of us, in the love and the beauty that is.
I don't want to lose it ever again: the beauty. I don't want to have it taken from me again, where I cannot see the goodness in living. I want to remember the joy of giving, and to never fear that the love of friends will run out; and I look to the heavens and beg whatever deity may exist, Please, let me remember this. Let me always know love. And more importantly, let me recognize it when it has been there all the while.
