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,