creative title here

On occasion I find myself lost in the dark cavern of life, fumbling in the darkness for some semblance of clarity as to where I am headed.

Good friends are like the pair of hands gripping the rope that supports you, tightening their grasp despite the calluses that may arise, lending their unwavering support.

On another note, drenching your writing in elaborate analogies is a cheap way of making yourself seem deep.

Honestly, though, I really need to get back into this writing thing because it’s starting to become foreign to me.