I can only imagine from the fragments of my younger memories, what it would be like to feel hopelessly lost. With feet floating only inches from solid grounds. There is no structure or morals in this place. This place, this world that you slip into... I am yet to experience, nye comprehend.
I cry out for the pain in which you cannot express when all you see is the white sterile walls of this solid room, gazing deep beneath yourself with filmy eyes, you forget me, I am only a face.
I am afraid and helpless in your presence, not for my own sake; but for yours. This is your life after all, and nothing in it can be changed mind fatality which is not an answer.
I can give you no pity because I feel there is non to be given. You are filled with the pity of others: they call it sickness and keep quiet to the embarrassment of a black sheep. No, I will give no pity, I can only give love and my hands when you are blinded.
Angered by such ignorance, and saddened by your embarrassment.
You fall, much harder than others, but your bones and scares are thick; padding you well in battle. I see pure determination of those who are silent and who share such quiet lives.
It's ok to be afraid of the unknown and fear what scares us most, but not to push it away from us. Don't shut out the blackness because it will always remain. As the shadow that is stitched to your feet. You cannot run.
It is uncertain were life leads us but I do not fear the future, I embrace it. Because it is life, and when you forget and fear for all that is in you, I will be waiting hear smiling, calling out your name.