Dear Brandon Moya Once youve encountered theres no way out, for some apparent reason without any sort of release, youve already relapsed. You weep, you only deny the ability to expand. Scared to know this coherent path already once paved, you weaken; due to the knowledge you refuse to act upon. One believes to never set sail, promises you have eliminated the ability sink. One believes. Nor right Nor wrong; it all endures such a presence not one or fifty men have the power to enforce judgement. This is where you break away. Leap away for the time being. The wind has caught the drift and lifted with utter disbelief; while one gains belief that theres no way out. Reality has come, accepting is the key to sanity. Suppression opens the door to one mans suicide. One step back, starts you over. Disregard that humorous nonsense only the pity was capable of understanding. Maintaining the uncontrollable wears your single thread to a breaking point. The beauty was always there. Cautious and fully aware to whom youve accepted aboard. Those who lag, lacking in will, nevertheless seeking with no desire; know no beauty. Focus. B Moya.