If the screech of the wind is enough to cause the dark nightmares of living alone to return, then maybe it is time for me to share my own home. I’m not good with sharing space, of having what I view as -mine- to be encroached by anyone else. Maybe I am not ready. I’m not exactly using words that are particuarly positive.

But maybe it is because my own personal shadows still are so prevelant in my life. I do not know if I will ever be able to lose this. I have been told that it will remain with me for all my years, and though I have hoped that at one point I may relinguish it.... Well, need to be thinking of my future. Of there being light at the end of this seemingly never-ending tunnel.

Yet, this is what this will be where I attempt to try and slowly unleash all of this darkness, bit by bit until maybe, just maybe… I can feel the lightness back in my body, mind and spirit.