Stay here

Last night was rough. I woke up and alluded my existence to that of a mold, bacteria, or worst of all, a leech. The life is sucked out of me and I'm afraid I suck the life out of those around me with my downtrodden attitude and whispers. I decided in my sleepy-time stupor that there is no reason for me to be here anymore. I cried and cried--Ronald woke up. He held and read to me until I fell back to sleep.

This morning I feel wasted, once again used up like an old peeled sponge. I wait for him to come home--I hold on. I wait for the pills to work--I hold on. The demon looks me straight in the eye, and I hold on. To stay in the center, away from any jagged edges. That is the death defying challenge.