Woven into words of disillusion the prospect of those that undo the considerations of my breath. I want to silence every motion that gives them substance to drag me to desolation.
In the reasoning of my continuation, I see it as a stalemate of the affliction that is seeded within me. But the pressures of reality are dwindling to the choosing of words on paper.
I was pulled beneath the statements of others wishes, but within my solitude a vocal theme kept me above the surge of nothingness. Indebted to that one voice that said "I'm always here for you,
*"A friend is a moment that can keep our feet of the ledge of despair, words are anchors that keep us strong,
A friend who see the pain need only to speak a few words to show those that are on the ledge that there is some there to help, there never alone.