there is an anchor.
i am hopeless, but she is not. all my hope is for her. i was lost a long time ago.
i can't decide if it's worse for her to end up like this, being able to SEE, or being a sheep. sheep seem happier, ignorance really does seem to be bliss. sometimes i wish i knew.
instead i want to crash. and i am, just not all at once.
i want to know what it's like to be free.
how far do i have to fall before i know?
i don't envy them anymore. not too much. i've walked in on your lie, seen it myself. all of you have them. and if that's how it's supposed to be, i guess i really don't want it. i don't want to be another complaint, another reason to not have faith. another mistake you can frame and curse and blame.
count me out.