Walking away...

Leaving the world behind. Letting the world catch up on its sleep and stepping into the far too familiar loneliness. Walking slowly, unwillingly, towards the tossing and turning in the empty bed. There were nights (and sometimes days) when the tossing and turning in bed made sense. He would even describe it as fun. But that seems like a lifetime ago. Now the still darkness of the night is filled with the deep breaths that come from the weight on his chest. All that weight. All the world's worries on his mind. Trying to save the unsavable. Trying to save himself. Hoping he will see another day before he drowns. It was just a Wednesday morning. The same as any other Wednesday morning. The same as any other morning.