Dark. That’s the first thing that comes to mind. But no, I’m surrounded by light, it’s the middle of a beautiful summer day. “What’s wrong with me?” I think to myself. I should be excited, happy, content even. But no, I feel empty. One thing is missing though. Most days, there’s the overwhelming feeling of too much. Kind of like a balloon just before it gets overfilled and bursts. Today is different though. Just empty. It’s odd, I kind of miss it. It’s like yang left, and all I have left is yin.

Dark. There it is again. Interesting though, the real world seems dimmer too. And I’m starting to feel a bit cold, but for some reason I don’t really care. I don’t have any desire to grab a coat or a blanket. It’s almost welcoming, oddly enough.

Dark. It’s not just me, it really is getting darker. I thought I would be calmer, but I’m scared. I thought the emptiness would go away, but if anything the dark is making it worse. Have I made a mistake? It’s too dark. I can’t go back.

Dark. I’m sorry.