driven to dread or religion some fail from fear. some, like me, simply stare into corners so dark that light seems not to have impact or definiton.
staring quietly hoping still for some indication of substance, some circumscription, some gesture or signal that might serve to buoy. but, no, there is no movement. no savior. no thing to grasp or grapple. just the quiet. just the dark. just a nothing underlining i might as well be blind.