I can see it hovering, watching, waiting. It's so close I can feel the heaviness it's carrying, smell the desperation. It wants me. I stand, staring, challenging it with my eyes, fearing that it will consume me once more. It comes closer and I can feel the grayness waiting to swallow the color of my life. It knows that I have yet to win a battle with it, it's counting on that. I keep my guard up, but I feel the weariness taking hold. I can barely stand my ground in the face of it's mocking gaze. It taunts me with my past, present and future. It knows what to say to weigh my heart down, to cause me to lower my shield and relax my stance. I realize it's winning and I back away, tripping over my own insecurities. It moves closer ready to pounce. I gain my feet and run, but it's too late, it's wrapping around me, getting ready to steal my joy and my smile. I cry out for help and hear no answer, terrified, lost and unable to claw my way out I know...