Isn't it funny...
That when we look for seashells...

I've secluded myself.
Bedridden for almost two years...

This mental illness is such a finicky thing...
In one whole moment...

With the days far too long
And with even colder nights...

It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated...

The breath that I took,
Upon seeing your happy face...

 
"....And if I were to ask you, to name all of the...

The nights are often the darkest...
Leaving me with questions...

Understanding the meaning of life
Is a knowledge best left unspoken...

I'm calling out for you,
Is anybody there...

It was a peaceful house of worship,
A simple gathering, to praise his love...

Seconds pass...
And I don't know...