A little something to describe how I feel in times of darkness and depression. The only things that keep me going are new certainties and the love I found. Albeit, sometimes, deeply buried in sorrow and medications. Despite the times I feel deaf, blind, and disconnected, I must trust that everything is fine. In spite of the darkest days. That it will all work out in the end.

Lyrics to Astray Sailor:

The tide rises. The soul disjointed. The vessel lost at sea.

Tainted walls. Transitory spaces. Transcendental traces.

Days turn into nights. Distraction. Destruction.

Neglect. Apathy. Castaway soul. Washed Ashore.

Blind. Abducted. Into the void.

Let it go. Turn around. Let the pain flow.