Sanity

Until the storm clouds pass and the dark subsides, you wallow in your own shallow grave. Digging holes you can't get out of, trying to start a spark to connect to the outside world. Listening for a breath, a quiet sign that someone is actually listening to you. A sign other than your own heart beat, that someone else is alive. Maybe they care, maybe they don't, but it helps you hold on to what little sanity you have left.