Dark Times, and Good Friends

Sitting alone, and exhausted in my darkened room i reach out to distant friends.

Piskie is online. A recently discovered kindred spirit. A box appears.

'hey,'

A tiny word, but all the company I crave.

'Hi Piskie. I don't suppose I could see you sometime soon?'

'I can imagine so!' she says, lighthearted, but then recognises the solemn tone in my text. 'You alright Babe?'

'No' i respond 'Not really. I could do with a friend'

'Whats wrong hunny?'

I sigh at reading the last question I want to answer, but respond reluctantly. 'Everything. Absolutely everything. I feel like my world is collapsing and I can't hold the weight'.

A sad face icon is all I can see of Piskies sympathy. 'Tell me'.

I gulp back tears. My eyes burn with the effort.

'I can't. thats the trouble. It's all just...' I try desperately to articulate myself. To make this feeling understood and perhaps give someone the chance to help me. I fail hopelessly.

'It's all just.....wrong.'