[Written: 2025-01-24]

As I sink into the icy depths and darkness of my mad mind, I lash out with words, to keep me a float. Or maybe I latch onto them.

I don’t know if the free me, or chain me; chain me to a ghost or mirage of myself.

But I do know two things:

They make me sink then swim, or they start to swim themselves and take me along for the ride.

And my family, my world, is the strongest thing that reality can deliver. After all the trial and tribulations that they have gone through, are going through, or will go through; they still come back for me.

Hope isn’t just a small flickering candle in a damp cave on a stormy night; it’s a sun roaring sun brighter than a tempest of burning galaxies of stars.