"Wish there was something real wish there was something true,
wish there was something real in this world full of you.

I want to but I can't turn back,
but I want to."

Some things are so absolutely funny that they are not even remotely humorous at all.

Psalm 18

"I love you, Lord;
you are my strength.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior;
my God is my rock, in whom I find protection.
He is my shield, the power that saves me,
and my place of safety.
I called on the Lord, who is worthy of praise,
and he saved me from my enemies.

The ropes of death entangled me;
floods of destruction swept over me.
The grave wrapped its ropes around me;
death laid a trap in my path.
But in my distress I cried out to the Lord;
yes, I prayed to my God for help.
He heard me from his sanctuary;
my cry to him reached his ears."

-Psalm 18:1-6

Words are lacking.
Severally lacking.
What words can I offer,
in a spinning chaos
and pain
that keeps punctuating

But hope,
however distant
is breathing and living.

Pressing out of this precipice,
into Light, Life and Hope.