Day 289 Fossilized Starfish or The Encounter with an Incredibly Low Day

No more stopping the rain caressing the shadows on the lanterns. I stand in the dark and wait for the night. It comes slowly, sheepishly creeping into the light. I turn and cry. And the lanterns above silently. No more stopping the rain… I’m pushing back the whole lot, begging them not to break out. Heavy burdens to carry I know, but have no memory of being light. It is dark, the floorboard creeks as I turn, falling into thousands pieces I forgot how to fly… Thoughts of doubt is chasing the streets, desperately scratching my arms as I slip away. Dragging me into that barn, the smell of old hay is heavy with weed, suffocating me, my shaking hand and the voices hunting me. It’s my own voice I cry and run away. Falling on my knees and pray. ‘Help!’