Collapsing

The darkness surrounds you. The darkness shrouds

everything. Movement is apparent and the movement is

dangerous. All around the walls are crushing, looming as if

to threaten collapse. But this is the home, the dark, the

warmth. This is still home, and you know you can't leave.

So welcome the terrible weight of failure and our own

arrogance. It hangs heavy in the air, with the smoke and

the fire we create (there is no safe place here). Resign

yourself to this, resign yourself to the dark. So never

sleep too deeply, but most importantly, never get caught.

None of us belong here in the darkness but it seems as if

we have no choice. Our path was chosen for us and now there

is no way out. But nobody feels trapped, as we become

accustomed to this night with no end, and no end in sight.