I didn't mean to, maybe I was happy,
don't ask me to prove it, though.
But my feelings unleash themselves into words
much more when I am despair ate than heart full.
Isn't that just the way?
It's like - when there's no where else to turn - where do you go?
If the pain is too much to take and the cure makes it worse -
I mean - you go into survival mode.
There's something that a life guard told me.
If you try to save someone, they will, at first,
try to push your body underwater as they wrangle for air.
The instinct for survival entails
drowning the one person who can rescue you
and no one gets out alive - so what do you do?
What do you do?
You wait.
You wait, patient.
You wait, and they finally tire,
they might feel like they're going to die,
but it's more -
they give up enough so they can be taken to shore.
It's that moment when you are just about to give up
that you have a chance to live.
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