And this shadow has me engulfed like a blanket over my head. The heat building up until my lungs are so dry that I can’t take another breath. Choking me. All while saving me from this moment. Releasing the inner darkness, keeping me blind to everything. At the same time it’s clearing my head. Like warm bath water washing over me. Washing away all memories, good and bad, dissolving thoughts that no longer have substance. Watching, waiting for the time to come when the air has cleared, and the flames have died down. Biding time until the shroud of blackness is lifted and the light once again guides me on my way.