Heh...

It's amusing, is it not? The way a day can play itself out, starting off into a depressing spiral then taking an excruciatingly slow ascent to some sort of equilibrium in which everything seems like it will be alright. Then once more down turning itself into another abyssal plane where depression is more imminent than before. So much that goes on within the manner of 24 hours. A simple slip off life's precarious brink into the unknown and all of a sudden your surroundings look bleak and austere. Such a hold on one's heart...how can I help but despair? So much attempts at just retaining one's content. The risk and sacrifice taken to please. At times it seems it is just all for naught. Is it a common streak among others to have such a resolve to rebuff any other? Patience and love. That is what is there. Patience, so much patience. The uncertainty and uneasiness in an ever constant presence just with the mere indication of discontent. Questionings of such ability to relate at times in those minuscule voices of doubt indicating apprehension. Insinuations and comprehension. The guilt of it all. To be feel guilty yet not to have done anything of reason for such, that is the feeling. So much love and compassion. Perhaps I am too sympathetic? I sincerely hope not. Possibly just another of the bleak moments in which emotions catch the best of one. Though why does it feel like there's no bridge of comprehension? Is there no solution to solve such problem? I do not know, nor do I see so for being able to right now. Currently I am just praying for repairation of what was broken...