To darkness for which in this moment I am so very grateful (although no words will ever be heard).

I am.

An old friend. Yes.

Ever present or is this familiar on the inside another quiet infinite illusion? A masquerade.

Nothing more.

With no visible comfort. No feelings for the audacity of hope. No simple human touch within the company of reassuring grace(s) from on high.

None to listen. None to care.

To not be chosen and to choose not to return in kind.

“The definition of “bottom” is that you’ve now been unchosen by everyone.” ~ James Altucher

Thank you.