IT passes. Unevenly into abyss. Even when seemingly impossible. Especially when least expected. Life’s ragged and sharp edges that would catch and tear at my fingertips, now feel like smooth curves and dips when I trace over them. The resonance of defeat fades fast to a low hum. I too, sink deeper to foster a new appetite. Unsure, I wander further still. What can I forgo for the distance I desperately need from this. Darkness whispers to me knowings of certain failure. Maybe. But maybe my desperation to escape this confinement is far much louder. I pursue a particular moment, and the urgency of this probe was not here before. That moment when all the decay has been released from my tight grip and I can exult in the serenity that has begun to take over me.