What do I do? What do I do, when you're away, and work occupies me no longer? The familiar long wispy tendrils of the toxic ink reaches out to me, tempting me to return to their pool of darkness and despair. It was then I realise, that I'm afraid of being away from you, because you're the light that floods the shadows at bay. Perhaps over the years I've taken the absence of darkness for granted. I've basked in the sunshine, smiling and growing, never once looking back, and inavertably thinking I was rid of the darkness once and for all. But each time in your absence, I see them lurking at a corner of the room, blowing their spores of misery out at me. Hoping, and waiting for them to take root. So....... tell me, what do I do, when you're so far away..?