I woke up today from a long depressive slumber.
I was under cement and rubble.
I was under dirt and coffin nails.
i was under the influence of
fear, doubt and loneliness.
I found I was not the only one 'away'.
It seemed you had your own demons to crawl through.
Are we fighting against this or for this?
Which one of us is the stronger one?
Are we drowning together?
No.
I am holding your hand
And you are holding my heart
