How kind of you to stir my dull heart, and my even duller mind. To even give me a glimmer of hope in the darkness, behind the veil of tears. How nice that I am a person and not a creature of existence. Thank you, thank you thank you. The air is now bareable. My sadness is deeply rooted like a tree fed with years of negativity, anxiety and hatred. For that I am sorry. I'm sorry I cannot bloom, I cannot beam a light. I'm sorry I cannot help others.