I once found myself straddling the line between reality and fantasy.

Where I walked the world in a half-dream state. Neither feeling alive nor departed.

I was defunct, deadened, despondent.

Days dragged on, nights were too short.

I slept to remove myself from the world. Too many sounds too bright

I longed for the sun to set.

Where nights become my saviour for solitude

I craved to get out of my skin.

To find a new home.

I fought the demons within myself.

Some days were better than the rest

Yet, I'm still there, still straddling the line between reality and fantasy, falling deeper into the chasm of darkness

I'm still here there

Fighting my way out.