As of late there has been an extreme strain in my brain, which in turn has lead to the flow of words to be completely cut. It has made me realize, supremely that there must be an actual strain on that which is the human spirit. An invisible force which allows for you to become deflated and depressed, and no matter how hard you fight to repel said force, there is no aid. Exactly where said force comes, I am sure that I will never be able to tell. Seeing as I am strongly apposed to fabricating truths, I shall not attempt to pin a source. Obviously, it must not be my place to attempt labels.
The one thing that keeps me going, in such a world, is the understanding of myself and knowing that I can overcome any hidden arrows flying in the direction of my already bleeding spirit.
More importantly is the fact that people like this man exists. He proceeded to remove his zip-up hooded sweater and give it to me, after i complimented it.
Little did I know that the night which followed that mild day would be extremely cold.
Being the unnaturally cold person that I am, I am sure that he saved my life.
Unfortunately, the only thing I know is that his name is Lee.