We'll Take The Long Roads

Thank-you, Merci. A pick me up is all she needed. She was convinced that she would not get up but they lifted her. A helping hand is all she needed. Hoping that she will stay lifted and safe for these next few days. Trembling and terrified she will wait. Yet, smiling and glowing is how she feels tonight. The love of a great friend and the brand new friend. The comfort of a caring soul who she has missed. Perhaps everything is falling slightly back into place? This night will bring some serenity to the sleep this evening. She will be able to rest her head and close her eyes as she lays herself down tonight. Though its only for just one night that she is to feel safe and sound. Tomorrow is another story.

Ticking Clocks and Dancing Girls

This could quite possibly be her bitter end. Asking you to say your goodbyes, as you beg her not to go, it is something she has to do. Something she now needs to face on her own. Appologizing for the mistake she is about to make. All of this time, she has been trying to please everybody and she is unable to give you that satisfaction anymore. Who knows what these future days have in store for her. For all she knows, she might be bluffing. But how is she to call this bluff? This is the final straw. She is sick of crying and sick of trying. Just fnish her. She has been getting knocked down so much lately and this will the the last night. She isn't strong enough to get back up. Her heart races in antisipation and fear of what is left to come. This is her pleed to God, for salvation. He is the only one who can save her now.