Gratitude

Gratitude that I was given a window to that world of yours, trusting you for freeing me. Like the theory of quicksand, I came upon realization not resist but to go with the flow. Perhaps I was long aware of this fact, but I wasn't really thinking deep enough.

Occupied, yes. Joke around, play a fool. The moment I fear most is the tranquil of the night, where thoughts came haunting the hell out of me.