When my mind wraps me up in its dark embrace, I am not afraid now because it is familiar it is mine.
Maybe that’s why I always grovel back on my knees to the demons that kept me bound for so long. Because their hand was what I knew,
what I had only wished to lose until without it I was lost.
Without it, I didn’t know who to be.
Now I am not afraid when I resign when I let it in when I let it consu...