The dark feels so close around you. Close and  cold. kind of like you've become. The dim light, as a magicians act would,  sneaks across the room. Only visible on the off white wall. You could lose yourself in the details and metaphors of what's around you for hours. You feel like You're running. But you don't know in which direction. Towards the finish line or the lions mouth. How do you know where you're going if you dont know where you're coming from. What. Take an oath of silence. Less is more. Still your mind or be in the moment. Remember to pause and take in the details.. Remember it all.. Look forward to not know what's coming. It will be amazing if you put good thoughts into the world, they'll come back to you.  You've wallowed long enough. Swim again. It'll be hard at first. Like treading mud. But as you warm up and figure it out, it'll get easier. Until the next time you fall off your bike. And then, my dear, remember to get back up because you are strong. And the world cannot break you. Not if you grow around the trials. Become bigger. Like the knot in a tree. The blackness is closing in. Closer and closer. You know you'll never give in. And sometimes that's worse. Because what if you don't know. Or what if you're right and you'll never be able to do it.  You're Procrastinating. Get on with your life stop making lists. Just get up and go. Do the first thing that comes to mind. That will leave you feeling like you might not find your nook but you'll carve it out. Starting now