No time to hope, simply act

He was broken. The fall from the tree helped but it was the ones that he thought where is friends that finished the job. With no one to help soften the blow of reality he was left on his own. Scorend by his own kin and look down upon by socity se started to belive what they also thought of him. Soon his out ward apparence started to take shape of what he felt like inside. LIfe grew to be nothing but pain and loneliness so he tired to end it, but he couldn't even do that which only lead to more attempts at it. Time slowly sliped away as I sipped drinks on a island with pretty girls all the time he wondered in the desert of despar and sorrow. I saw a friend fall once and while I wanted so bad to jump after her and take the chance of helping her I did nothing but watch as she fell from view. I can no longer watch such a thing. It is easier to jump after a firend with the asuerity of pain, agonay, and a chance of hope. Then to stand there and watch a friend fall. He has been lost in that desert for so long I hope he can hold out long enogh for me to reach him. I am filled with weakness but I will reach him even if my body falls apart around me. No one can stop me, I just hope I have the time to cover the distance I need to cover.