early this morning:

in times like this i feel that friends don't live up to anyone's--
including their own,
expectations
because ultimately, the decision is theirs and theirs alone.
we may spend hours comforting and soothing them,
but they can still choose to wallow in misery and pain--

and there's absolutely nothing we can do about it,

nothing.

this isn't an accusation, or at least i try not to let it be,

i just wish they'd love themselves more, and love us too

i'm seeing you soon,

and the anticipation is overwhelming

will the sun be shining brightly?

or was it the moon reflecting it when you console me?