My thoughts spill over me like a wave pulling me further still from the shore. I continue to put up walls, unbreakable walls. The faster the thoughts crash over me, the deeper I sink. Confusion is tied to my ankle like a ball and chain.
Sometimes we don’t realize we have the tools to detach the ball and chain. It is not good for man to be alone. Walk along with others; they say that laughter is the world’s best medicine.