This long dark night of the soul.

Dark cravings saturated in the innocent fragrance of excitement; now despair. Regrets hiding behind smiles and contagious giggles, with a green eyed dragon lurking; opposing me in the high places of refuge. Forced to traverse a new path without so much as a cold or solitary grotto to hide my designs. Pools of Lust and Despair, a folly of all that awaits me, what haunts me; may no longer be within reach.

Finding only reflections and birth pangs of a better version of the garbage I’ve become. Picking up the pieces to assemble what can’t be and what should come of it. The long dark night of the soul.

Whatever molded outcome flashes across the mountain pass, through the eye of a needle, laid bare and empty before the long dark night of the soul. I will bear it more. I’ll pretend to descend victorious into the valley, where Fate awaits me at the entrance of either doom or understanding. It’s all within her grip.