It is hard to imagine I have come this far, grown so much, just to die again in the arms of someone I love. It is truly amazing how a single person can change a single life with the slightest push, the reasons being unknown and uncharted. I have grown so cold and tired, constantly feeding off the next step I take, praying that that step will not be over the edge to another dark abysmal state. The will to breathe has finally left me, at a time when closing my eyes presents me with darkness unimaginable and with no end. I see nothing in my prospect. There is hardly a thing to hold on to, save the thread that is slowly but surely rotting and snapping. I am afraid I will fall soon, even with the open words given forth to and by me. Love is something I have always treasured and valued, a fickle being that is none too shaken quickly from my heart. Once it has found a warm and comfortable corner in my soul it stays for an undetermined interim, often longer than one would see impossible to imagine. It is truly a wonder how I have not broken, fallen, surrendered yet. I only dream of wishes. However, when given the precise conditions, wishes are futile, sitting and laughing scornfully at those who once prayed upon them to save their souls.