I can feel him creeping around the edges again, trying to find some way through the defenses, trying to find some way to exert his will over mine.
I can feel the black shadow that I thought I was rid of skulking out there, slowly melting himself through my fences and barriers and back into my thought patterns. Ones I thought were long gone.
I can only hope and pray he goes away again.
because in all honesty, a depressed katster now would mean the end of the world. Or at least my world. When I'm already clinging to the edge.
I can't give in, but I'm not sure I have the power to stop it.
