Lifeline

3-23-23

1:00 AM

Eyes of obsidian look into eyes of wood.

The pool of the soul is dipped into.

A connection is made,

An understanding gained.

The words of binding have been spoken,

Retreat no longer an option.

Attached, one falls the other tumbles after.

Standing is all can be done.

Keeping the other afloat, standing proud.

Hold on like theres no tomorrow,

Another day will come.