The night rests heavy on my shoulders like the darkness is a palpable weight crushing down on me. Lightening, gold and swift, splits the sky and the rain is pouring down under leaden clouds whose edges blend into darker hues of nothing. I'm sitting here on this bench, drenched and shivering right to my soul, lost and alone. I do not know who I am or where I was heading, not anymore. I remember where where I've been and I do not want to go back down that road but I can not stay where I'm at. If I sit here for many more nights I think I will die. Seven weeks now, the days have passed with agony and I'm running out of reason's to fight. I remember whispers and the voices echo in my heart. A lover's soft hush, a concerned friend with a helping hand, a prayer from birth and the compassion of someone who walked this road too. No one reaches me anymore and no one really knows the secrets I hide. How far I have fallen I can not say, Seven weeks and I've lost my way.
