Everytime I feel the sun begin to shine
The air in a room with none
It fades..it disappears.
It leaves
And I’m there
Back in the dark
Struggling to breath
Struggling for words
Unable to deal with emotions
Unable to deal with life
Unable to deal with those mundane chores that seem so small and easy.
The chores that when not done make people think you’re lazy, selfish,  uncaring.
The chores that make you very bones heavy,  that feel like there are chains around your soul.
You’re an endless weight and that chore is 10kg added to your shackles..sinking you further into the abyss.
The timeless; boundless; empty space that’s also so unbearably full you can’t see what your doing.
The space where nothing and everything happens
The space where you are lost.

G