The Pursuing Light

The darkness had been consuming me.

And I liked it.

But it was taking me further than I'd agreed to go.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Deeper this time. Cut. Cut. Cut. It'll take away the pain of being alive and not living.

But a light was chasing me, trying to pierce through my darkness. I ignored it.

Until I didn't.

Once I took hold of that light with both hands, my darkness scattered and I finally started to live.