but it feels different depending on where you are at.
it has a conversation with you,
and you have a conversation with it.
and you don't always have the same appreciation of things.
of music, of the touch of someone you love.
of pain. of misery.
it vacuums out the light in your empty spaces.
but it gives the space to fill it up again.
it feels like at certain times it comes back to me
and follows me around until i manage
to sit down with it and have a brandy.
i don't know if it will ever get easier.