Monday, March 20, 2006
Sometimes, it seems the more I struggle against the bonds that bind, the tighter they become, struggling to escape the darkness, lost in a cavern with no light, cold, wet, I shiver in the darkness. Twisting and turning I fight to become free, struggling from the boa constrictor grip holding me captive.
To the outside world there is no visible signs of a struggle, no conflict, no raging war, but within there is bleeding, blood gushes from the open wounds. Half a person peering out into a world, an open book but with blank pages, no words written for the prisoner locked inside this darkness. Obligations and responsibilites for the person of light, dreams and hopes for the person of darkness. I struggle to break free of these bonds, I struggle to be free.
Ok, I know what you must be thinking but everything is alright. Stephen has not stepped off into the deep end of an empty pool and landed on his head. Everything can't always be roses and sunshine, everything can not always be simple, life is complicated, we all have our problems, we all have our demons and mine just reared it's ugly head and it took me a few days to kick it's ASS!