The Cycle

While it has been months since the last, here I am sitting up Scared, panicking. I make my way up a never-ending staircase, fading away more each step I take. Yet as the world is disappearing around me, I am at peace. my consciousness drifts, beginning to accept what's to come, while submitting to my brain's flaws. Gasping for air, My shaking body is laid on it's back, head tilted, As to not choke on the racing thoughts. I awaken, not knowing what is what, and who is who. These figures around me say I have seized, I am confused, as I begin to black in and out of this world till I am me, and they are them. I am helped to bed, and watch the sunrise, flaw or not, it is a part of me and now it is a part of you. The only thing we must do is wait, the cycle is anew.