sweet z-thingling of many names...i dunno why but your writing here comes quite lucid, and though your despair still waxes and wanes, it does wane, and wanes more. i hear you talking yourself out of a bind, of a repetition, and i recall that cycle. i want you to know, i found my way out of it. all those visions of your future self are not lost, nor are they so far off. i still feel as though i'm at the precipice over a great canyon, nearly falling in. but i have chosen not to tumble, not to fall and fall. it is not by strength alone, for me i needed medication and lots of help from my family and friends. not to mention a ton of sleep, some food and a vacation. i wish you best. and love.
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sweet z-thingling of many names...i dunno why but your writing here comes quite lucid, and though your despair still waxes and wanes, it does wane, and wanes more. i hear you talking yourself out of a bind, of a repetition, and i recall that cycle. i want you to know, i found my way out of it. all those visions of your future self are not lost, nor are they so far off. i still feel as though i'm at the precipice over a great canyon, nearly falling in. but i have chosen not to tumble, not to fall and fall. it is not by strength alone, for me i needed medication and lots of help from my family and friends. not to mention a ton of sleep, some food and a vacation. i wish you best. and love.
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