Because I need voices other than my own to fill my head, I tell. And wait for answers. Even if they don't make sense to me, even if they're shit wrong, your words are like beads of certainty, and I cling. Your breath is like strength, your company like hope.

Because I need to surround myself with activity, I mingle. And smile so you'll laugh. The sounds you make can upright the slipping.

Dear friend, this is how you save me from myself.