Healing.

Some days, we're high as a kite; others, we're lower than Death Valley.

 A portrait fading into the hue of bleakness, a scent soft yet potent to fill your nostrils, a touch all too familiar to your body.

Uh oh, here comes the waterworks.

Like the Nile or Amazon, pear shaped drops of pain, anger and disgust began to trickle, transitioning to a pour and landing finally on the setting of flood.

"Why does this still bother you?"  "Aren't you sick of fighting the same fight over and over and over again?" "Face the facts: you will NEVER escape me."

Hurt: a frenemy that never makes us truly alone, yet makes one feel oh so lonely.

It's like that pair of old jeans you know will likely never fit you again (no matter how much you try to squeeze in them), but you just can't seem to let them go for a better fitting pair.

Cause, see, letting go would indicate change.

Letting a light begin to shine onto our darkness we so feverishly try to hide, 

Letting outside see that though strong, even self proclaimed super heroes get weak.

Can I let you know a secret? IT'S OKAY.

You don't have to know all the answers to the questions.

Every problem won't have the same solution.

Whether it takes five minutes or five years, the most important thing is that you finish.

But, how can you get to finish if you're not even willing to make it past the starting line??