It has been weeks now, and it’s still all I can think about. It is as if it's growing inside me, threatening to take me over. Every day it gets worse. It's consuming me; soon there will be room for nothing else.
I let it in willingly; I even fed it each day – with my thoughts, my memories. Now they are all crumbling to the ground, weakened by its strong hold.
I can feel it constantly, feeding off of me, growing, becoming stronger.
Is there no escape?
How will tomorrow be?
Created: Nov 07, 2010Hakkeboef Document Media