Do you ever just feel so out of touch with the world around you? Like, you can’t relate with the people you see everyday; it’s almost as if they’re fading away, or maybe you are. Fading, fading, fading... until there’s nothing left to reach out to. Until your existence becomes nothing but a far off memory. And those people you once knew, who you were once able to touch, seemingly don’t care at all. You start to think things like “did I really mean anything to them?” and “was my friendship real?”
Doubt creeps up on you, digging its filthy talons into your back, pulling and scratching relentlessly at your skin. You wonder if you should let it take you away. After all, there's nothing to look forward to. In front of you the cruel, sneering face of darkness is suffocating you, taunting you, daring you to challenge it. It tells you that you’re too weak. You might as well give in to it, you’ve lost your strength to fight a long time ago.
But there’s another voice, albeit weak, it calls out to you in the back of your mind. It’s easy to ignore it, to just give in and let this all finally end, but you don’t. You wait. You listen to what it has to say, you owe it that much. It tells you that you’re stronger than this. These demons, they don’t know you, you let them think they do. This isn’t even a version of you, it’s something else entirely. You’ve let it piggyback for so long that you’ve become blind to who you are and what you can do. This ‘thing’ has taken over and created a life of its own.
The question that remains after it’s all said and done: how do you get it back? All the time that was wasted pitying yourself, hating others, despising the world. Letting darkness have it’s way with you. It’s time to turn around and face that doubt that has lingered for far too long.