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,*
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
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.
