Caleb
I'm so alone, despite being among familiar faces who mean well, I'm desolate and bereft. Not even whole, just the shadow of a broken man whose soul is dying. In the heart of my own personal storm, I see nothing but a vortex of dark monochromatic clouds circling overhead. My mind is a tornado of plagued thoughts, taunting whispers, mocking laughter, ridiculing me for living with a fool’s hope.
This agony has left me numb, but still, my heart beats with a slow pounding rhythm, minuscule explosions with rippling aftershocks, forcing me to acknowledge my own pathetic existence. What I wouldn't give to leave this astral plane right now ... to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace.
Depression is a poison to the he
