Anchors

I'm a thinker not a talker.

Most of the time spent in silence, despair grips me tight across the chest. Relief comes in many forms. The music is an important one, I've come close to losing my faith in love and music but I hear those two voices and guitars and I know all is not lost. Certain people, old and new, fleeting and long-haul, they keep me here. Links are stronger than previously thought.

I wanted to say something so I did but I said it in my head and you didn't hear it, I thought you did though and when I asked you about it you gave me a funny look.

You still talk to me even though you probably shouldn't, so thank you.

I'm still here!