Poison: an addiction. A craving to the venom that soothes the demons, formed by hours of taking it in, taking it in. Perhaps there are fragments of my Self which keep true to the Light. But, right now, the majority of me is Dark. And deep.
Last night. Yesterday. An old friend. Unclassifiable. Eleven years. All that could have been. All that never was. And I can still look at him, and smile. Always.
I need to find a Light.
I need to find faith in myself.
Failure and Rejection. The same breed of fear. Not mutually exclusive. But self applied, nonetheless.
How does one long for something which one cannot yet know?
The force is strong with this one.