Free Form Stylization Part 2

Only my breath holds me to this earth as I write these words. The body aches and my heart beats off tempo and my mind questions its own path. Why is it that the sane people always leave our life? Keeping us eternally meditating, why me: or do I come to the conclusion that I have been the insane one constantly departing from others. A drum beat echoes linking my thoughts, breathe shallow, I close my eyes.

I awaken and scribble in my journal: Emptiness to write is like trying to find water in the desert. A pleasant word or a comforting remark whispered to you is the blessing that keeps you alive.