Everything is falling apart and it’s my fault. My world is spinning out of control and I have nothing to hold on to. I see the future, and it is dark. I see the present and it is dark. I see the past and it is dark. Let’s face it, everything I see turns to black. And we cry. I see the red door and I want to die. Small slivers of light strike me occasional, but they are quickly absorbed into the black, into my soul. Green tea. I feel afloat, alone, in the middle of an ocean of tears. It’s dark. It’s always dark now. If light does approach, it won’t be long before it’s dark again. Can’t fight it. Can’t deal with it. It’s here. It’s now. The future hold nothing but pain. I scream, and no one hears. Strawberry fields. I hide my true self from everyone around me, even me. I can’t, I won’t, I don’t know, I am the ….