Dark Intruder

It swirls into the room like a dark, heavy cloud. Doesn't matter where I'm sitting or what I'm doing... it will find me, as if it has fingers curled out, reaching for me blindly in the darkness.

And when it finally hits me, caressing my skin and marking its territory just isn't good enough.

Looking for a way in, it wants to wrap its familiar arms around me. Slowly suffocating me with its strength, daring to penetrate through my walls to find my core. My essence. My very being.

You know "it." Is it the same for you?

Is it anger? Loneliness? Tension? Frustration?

Yes. Yes, yes and yes... But what is it that eats at me the most?

The disconnect.