my friends, pets, and family are like chairs. why chairs? well, they hold you, support you, elevate you or humble you. they're funny or elegant, funky or gorgeous, social or aloof. they're characters with lives and histories.
they are nice.
if you cannot rely on your friends and family, who do you have left?
if you cannot feel comfortable around those you love, how do you live?
if you ache with regret after everything you say, how do you speak?
if every action sees you hurt, how do you find the will to move?
if you see that there is no tomorrow, how do you cope with today?