All the people you find along the way and the daily scene you create together.
These people who find you when you cannot quite shake the current torment.
These people who come to know you at your weakest moments and grip your reaching hand.
When it seems turning away because your ashamed, weak, tired eyes cannot continue on with the version of self produced by previous trial.
Those people who wait while you retreat somewhere you feel you need to.
When your path gets a bit foggy and you do not know whether your searching or running.
When understanding runs out and your motives are bleek.
When you try and prove to them that this time the chaos means something diffrent.
Those people continue to wait for your arrival.
The people you come to resent because they know to much of the weak man you are trying to shake.
The man, the weak man you see in yourself.
The people who still stand-by
at times seeming like by-standards while you entertain the all consuming beast.
These people who you have indirectly designated as your keeper in unstable liberation.
These people who's eyes widen in terror as you cry the same insane cry of growth and experience.
These people wait with the only kind of hope that matters.
These people wait,
because these people are your friends...