Sometimes the sea engulfs me and I wonder how soon it will all be over. I pray for a quick end but know that solution is denied.

To see someone you love trying to destroy themselves -- it's like acid dripping on your heart. You want to hug them, you want everything to be all right, but solutions are so far in the future all you can do is cry. And tears only hurt more.

I am a tiny row boat on a sea of insanity. At least that is what I believe today. Tomorrow I may realize that I am the insanity. Not that it matters. Life goes on. Sane or insane -- mere designations of people trying to make sense of the world.