Yes!
Deep in the throws of several beers. Yet even while softly held in their arms the darkness laps at the edges, patiently waiting for the chance to press its advantage.
Begone vile demons I cry.
I deny not your power only your presence, here, now, tonight.
Where is the too fleeting peace found in conviction of purpose so clearly evident just a few days ago?
Where is the smug comfort of knowing you trod the right path?
Self doubt is never silent long. Its voice only grows louder with age.
Will there ever be answers or only more questions?
You run run run in your mind searching but for what? an out? some direction? Who is this madman that now occupies the space of one who was so confident just two days ago?
Calm yourself. No more wandering on the planes of speculation where reality is neither solid or palpable. Grab what you know to be solid. They form your reality, they are your firm earth nurturing, providing the sustenance you have forgotten.
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