Lipona Comfort
The truth is frightening; it's like the fog clearing before a steep turn above a mountain range, alerting me of where the cliff is, before I overcorrect and fall into the valley. This has been my life for the past few years, realizing that appearances are deceiving. Believing is the first step before the fall. That comfort was so appealing. Is this what I must go through to finally grow up? Blood before water, I do not mean to disrespect you, but the past year I have seen your sudden decline. I'd be remiss if I didn't try help you from sinking deeper into it. No one plans to go through hell by themselves, without making a deal with the devil. This is the last chance for you to heed my advice, for you to be the person that I always looked up to when I was younger. And I know that this has really been the most difficult year in your life. I empathize but your impulses are destroying you, with every day, controlling you. You are Human; you are worth so much more than this. A plane crash is all I need, nose down, a thousand feet. These fears of mine engulf me. You are not helping. A car crash is all I need, to finish off the week. I never get to sleep. You are not helping. All of these things I've said, all of these things I've meant, I'm wasting time. Lack of control, lack of regard, you need to come home. You need to overcome this fatal weakness, now that you've drifted away and yet so far. You used to be my role model, my only source of strength but now. All of these things I've said, all of these things I've meant, I'm wasting time...
