Sometimes there are dark days that envelope my soul and squeeze at my life. There is a strange pressure that runs across my eyes and my existence feels a raw gnawing in a way that questions my everything. The world could easily stop… a walk into the woods… gone. It is a strange weight of hopelessness that creeps in and grips at my very self. It can easily immobilize and overwhelm but I trust it will let go at some point soon. The emptiness in the heart… the hollowness in the limbs… the suppressed panic that merges with an odd calm… the angst that falsely coddles my grip, coaxing it to release… the emptiness that calls from the depths to stop… being…
The morning will come… the darkness will recede… the morning must come… to put the darkness away for a time… I’ll be fine again soon enough…
Photo 2020, Jeff Carroll
