4/29/23 Uncertainty clouds my mind and emotions. Glimmers of hope and comradery peak through The ebony void of self-doubt and shame. Fear of loss and failure loom like the shadow of a mountain at dusk. Darkness of night is neigh. What could possibly still the falling of the sun? Only melodies play in my heart, Harmonies are in the past. I am a craven creature cowering in isolation. When will I dream of life and not death? The process is the same, I just have to do it. But how? Time will tell eventually; my impatience impedes my hope. How can I choose to believe when history repeats? I'm either on the brink of death or happiness. Why not choose happiness? Is it even my choice to make?
