Fighting my deamon for over fifty years we have gotten to know each other.
Mostly he wins witch makes life difficult not only for me but also for those who know me.
Occasionally he slips and when he does i take full advantage and give him a shove down the stairs.
Giving me a brief time to see the beauty in life far beyond what other people see.
It's these brief moments that give me the strength to continue the never ending battle with my old enemy .
But as i have been getting older these brief moments have been diminishing in length.
It's only latley that I have learnt the power the writing word has in the fight against my old enemy .
The written word is conclusive proof that I can and will eventually win this battle .