Shadows scurry past.
As the darkness attempts to engulf my small circle of light that surrounds me.
The light is warm, comforting, and fills my body with a soft peacefulness. A calming hum of energy.
I close my eyes and focus on the delicate feeling the light brings.
Trying to block out the movie that keeps skipping in my mind repeating the same worn out scenes over and over again.
The words have begun to jumble together.
And the collection of many different scenes begin to blend together crudely in this amature film of self torture.
Every little piece I had cut out of my life tape and shoved to the deepest crevice of my mind, shoved into a box, wrapped it in chains and threw away the key have now broken free of their confinement.
And trapped me in a similar cage.
I am now a prisoner to every sin I've commited and every horrid event I wasn't strong enough to stop.
Trapped in my conciousness my physical being paralyzed in fright and my soul slowly being shattered with each reminded of the past.
I'm unable to stop the tape but able to pause it for brief moments.
Only for a loud, sudden sound, the feeling of goosebumps on the back of my neck, my love grabbing my hand, whispering in my ear, or touching the skin under my clothes to hit the play button again. But maybe, just maybe, if I hold onto the light I can escape.

If it's even possible to escape ones own mind.