Despair

The rope is in my hand and the other end strangles the neck I placed it around. That was after I'd lifted it off mine. Killing for saving one's own life. Right or Wrong? Are we to save our own life or are we to give it away to save somebody else's?

Despair is the word and the root of today's confusion. Is it a beginning of change or only a phase of death?

Let's make the day bright and bring in the sun. (Who can take all this despair?)
Let it shine on our cold feet and begin a change from the inside.
Breath in the warmth of every ray that hits the thin hairs on our skin.
Feel the warm breeze push every single cell back and forth, making movements like waves in the ocean.
Go with the flow, don't hold back. Have a smile on your face. It suits you.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes.
That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
Oscar Wilde