Can you feel the cold breath of despair upon you? The sarcastic wretch these words impair? The horde of truths you hide within? The simple days you never cared? The hopeless hours that you asked why? The countless nights the moon refused to shine? The burning distinction drawing a clear line? The love I send with these tormented lines? I case you care, I care. You need a reason to be here, then let that reason be me. No need to know me, just to feel my thoughts. Don't fall victim to despair. You are more than that, all things find purpose, love the time it gives you.