Thursday, February 4, 2016
Standing at the brink of a black hole
For a split second, the wit that used to be flickers in sight, making my heart skip a beat. Suddenly, I surprise myself relaxing, enjoying the moment. But it passes quickly, and the black void, the selfish child takes over, and my defenses come back up, ready for anything that may come. And once again, I'm reminded that I cannot stay in his presence for very long without me loosing a bit more of myself. The feeling is like standing at the brink of a black hole, wondering where is the threshold of sanity.
Posted by Amie du Richelieu at 12:06 PM