Thoughts swarm, save me, release me, flood my empty soul. Cold , dark corner. Shrivled ball like form, shivering through it's phase. That's all it is, a phase. The new dawn breaks the black.
Winds bring hope of forgiveness, and tranquility is at a start again.
The grass outside, green with envy of my being. The stream is peaceful. My body is relaxed, my thoughts in a flurry of typing. I concentrate on nothing, not even the present. I can see only the top of the water .