It took 5 years of sending out an SOS, being told what/when/why was happening, but still not understanding it. Everyone around me truly had no idea. No idea how to make it right, no idea how to fix things. There were no answers for anything at all, except chemicals and the most hollow words, the days merged and there was no median or common ground with anyone at all, at least not until recent days.
After 5 years, I found an ally somewhere in the mess of it all and for once, I could breathe a bit easier. There were vast amounts of common ground and so many impossiblities, improbabilites and coincidences that reinstate my belief in fate, that some things and chance meetings aren't so chance at all.
There was just one person on this lonely, god-awful planet that knew exactly where I was and stood with me. I had truth, not advice, no answers, just a light in the dark; someone in the same place who made me believe that even though we had no answers, there was a vague glimmer of a promise, just an idea that we'd figure it out together.
I've done everything I can, all I need this time is to hope that all these words, truths and promises haven't been as empty as I feel they are now.
Matinee Club - Sometimes - "Sometimes I feel the things you say are words that I can't hear."
