Your spirit is an energy which must be balanced like gold on a scale.
Too much weight placed on one side weighs away from the other.
Walking slanted down on a strait roadway, we drive ourselves into the brick wall.
Fears built...Brick by brick
Until we tip over and crush down another.
Bitter cuts from despairs'desperation and urgent need to "be who we were,again"
Even through drops of emotional blood, we seek the need to fill the emptiness, inside, with anything at all.
In the end, we never regain who our spirits once were.
What sort of energy that spilled out of the wounds we inflicted upon ourselves..
We become merely a "pieced together jigsaw puzzle"of never a clearer picture,however...
Just a splash of loosely splashed colors and illogical designs.
Again, we cut ourselves open, to release the overwhelming pain that tips our scale from the positive side and what we now fill the other side with, well, that's what inspirational bright lights are for.
To ease one out of seclusion and back  into the world around him
The sun which warms him from the cold that day balances him through another tipsy and near wrongly opened future
In a hallway full of unmarked doors.