Sometimes it’s gradual, and sometimes it’s much more instantaneous.  Sometimes I fight it, and sometimes I just, have to give in. The darkness is perhaps inevitable for some of us, or all of us, even if just for the briefest of time frames. No one can be happy all of the time.

My darkness came today, in fact it’s here right now. Sat on my shoulders, entwined in my mood, leaking from my eyes. And yet, I feel slightly removed from it. As if I’m behind a glass screen, watching it alter people’s perception of me. I care, but I don’t. I’m fed up of coping, holding it back. I needed to crack. Needed to let it consume me for a while. And now the numbness is encroaching, and in a way, is comforting. Not feeling. Not on edge. Just, existing. On autopilot. Still in the dark, but it doesn’t matter.