The past three days have accumulated and I am back in the turmoil I was before. And I need to keep quiet about it. that’s part of the problem I think. i can’t express my self. I can’t explore things like I once did. In almost any area. I am saddened by this. I reach out and there are no hands to grab. Will I eventually stop reaching out? this is why people close down.Â
It could drive a man insane. There is silence. finally he calls out. In the depth of the night. But the answerer is already engaged. Happily. It is clear that there will be no communication in this darkness. He is on his own. And the answerer doesn’t care. Is even happy. Will he gather his strength and do what needs to be done. He will be destroyed if he doesn’t. but the drug is too much, and the only cure for the drug is more of it.