How far are you from the darkest pit no light has illuminated? Far enough that you don’t see it, only have heard of it? See it in the distance, only as a depression where the earth slumps? Is it before you, a temptation? Before you, a rash daredevil move? Only a place you visit as a reflection pool, reflecting the closest representation of your bottom? Do you sit at it’s lip only waiting for the right time? I hope you don’t give in to whatever pull you may experience or seek its relief or try to fall into it to have it envelope you or quickly decide to jump. I hope you can find reasons or if not, scrounge up enough crumbs to keep you going until you have to again. If you can’t, I have no fault with you. I don’t blame you. But I do need to keep my separation.