"...We just got to keep the faith..."
"I don't have anymore faith. Not today."
I am trapped inside a room of induced numbness but the only door out leads to feelings; chaotic passions, debilitating despair. The door is thick oak deeply veined with six opaque glass panes. At the threshold, thoughts flicker almost real enough to feel. Like images from weird nightmares but I'm awake. The images remind me how deep the well is beyond the door. For a moment today the door stood ajar. Darkness spilled through the tiny opening carrying the nightmare images with it. The chill of the images cause my head to jerk and my skin to crawl. They did their mischief and evaporated back through the doorway, leaving me with a longing to follow.
The door is a construct, the out side is insanity, the room is where I don't belong. Lay me down within the well and paint the insanity upon my naked form in bright blues and reds.
I closed the door behind them knowing I did not have the speed to follow. Not Today.
