It feels almost weightless to be let down, or effortless to be taken down. It creeps on you, silently - just like the darkness, filtering in through spaces and them without notice engulfs you and swallows you whole. the thing about darkness is, you sometimes don't notice it until it's too late and the lights are too far. It comes in weightless and effortlessly.
Perhaps I need a break, and to see some sunshine. Somewhere far away with a different climate and overall atmosphere. I'm describing a place that will happen in three weeks. A place I ran away from, but I think now my heart is ready to call it home - by choice and not birth.
It seems strange that when close to the finish-line is when we start to slow down and the fatigue kicks in full blast. Just when the end is near, and the line is in sight we can feel our muscles aching, our breaths shortening, and our vision being clouded by tears. This is when we ask ourselves
"to fall or race on?"