freudianslip

The night is bitter and painstakingly mentally undermining, the mornings are the same with the cold light blaring through. its painfully breathtaking, not the magnificent kind that will leaves you feelings refreshed... the feelings of being completely bare and uncovered.
Exposed.
It will be long and treacherous but trust me.
Take my hand... No..? Fine, but I will not go... I'll walk with you, alongside and behind when I may become distracted by a pretty pebble. You don't trust me...?
I see.
Your nights will be like that, your mornings will be worthy of mourning. Possibly.
Doesn't it get easier to know that someone is there. We are at a distance, its true.
We are not there to comfort you, but we are with you. Waiting and and watching.
My hand is here...
I know you can't see it... But it is...
I'm walking with you, as best I can. The distance is just trivial rubbish...
When you fall, I'm trying to pick you up. When you are restless I have sleepy time tea and a good bedtime story...
You don't have to take my hand now... or ever but it is here when you need it, helping you even if you can't see it.


Is it strange to know that a stranger wants to help...?


(I'm used to you starting them, but this my first attempt at really starting it on my own. Feel better)

I know what you mean. May you have better days, my friend!