This place where I have fallen. There are seemingly no ladders to the top.
one who runs from life.
It's entirely possible that I am solely tormented by my own guilt of neglect towards friends and family. Maybe they truly feel it. Maybe I imagine they do.
Either way, it haunts, and it hurts.
I love them so.
It's where ones, like myself, feebly gather their wits about them, sitting hard on the cold cavern floor...
So many valleys and turns.
I just know that when I unclench my fists, palms open...
hallowing the hollow places...