This Terpentine Chaser's Got Kick

I am waking up. The subtle dust covering is not enough to keep me sleepy. Hitting rock bottom is no longer an option for me, the only way to go; the only way I choose is up. There are many of us, all different personalities. All careful people. But we are wrong; we cannot be a solid rock for those we love if we are not solid rocks for ourselves. It is hurtful to think about this pain. It is a lonely, desolate palace. The royalty therein is blind to the position. There are few, and they are far in-between, that trust to seek what they find. There are few that are not afraid, well, afraid maybe but courageous enough to pursue savior actions. It is a terrifying feeling, to know that you want more than anything to be a rock, to be solid, to be leaned on. There is no comfort in solace. Projecting one thing and hurting like another is getting us nowhere. This sky is grey, this earth is dead from the frigid winter brisk. These buildings spew smoke, crave live, desire energy. The city is mellow, there is no one, nothing, nowhere. A drive down an ancient road proves to be more than lonely, it is downright dangerous. To hide these emotions is suicide, to show them is growth, painful, bloody growth. There is no choice but up, but growth. I am left to deal with all of the anger, hurt, raw emotion. But not alone. Although this palace is barren, my prince has come and there is much united development to be had. Not to be void of all discretion, this is never wearing out. The apologies only go so far, there is a painful realization that it has gone wrong, and my heart bleeds purple. You are the light at the end of this journey, you are the sweet end. Now, to find my way out of the palace in which I have held myself captive for so many years. So many years yet to be discovered.