Past and future, foggy and unclear. I search, looking for answers that allude. Where to go, what to do? I can’t decide. Again I’m trapped, unmoving, immobilized. Fear and doubt creeping closer. An inner battle rages like never before. Who’s real? Who’s fake? Does it really matter? I ponder my recent decisions, wondering. Anger and confusion, love and hate, despair wins out. Again I look around, hoping, praying, wishing, to find something new. A guide, a path, an answer. Darkness blocks my view, again I stumble, falling. When will this fall stop? Falling for days it seems, darkness getting thicker. Snag. I stop, holding on by a mere thread. I climb, refusing to fall again. Sluggishly I make my way back towards the top, slipping ever so slightly as I ascend. I hold my breath as I climb. Hope starts to appear. This is it.