I Like to Be Alone With My Thoughts Sometimes

I wish I could fall from the cliff into the grayest of mists that would hide and protect me from the blackened abyss

The mind caught in spinning thoughts of tragedy and pain. My sleep is fitful and dark edged. I miss magic. I reach for it but find only mist. May the mist shelter me from the dark and keep the light from blinding me. Endlessly the world spins ever onward as I stand frozen in memory.
Malformed..............
Dreams uncatchable.....