the man #2.
if i could decide how i felt, how i was to react,
it would make it alot easier to talk to him about the situation at hand.
it would help me help him.
but i dont know anymore.
the breeze has swept me up in its tyranny, refusing to set me back down on my feet.
a whirlwind of distress, if you will;
and i no longer have a clear landing passage.
help me;
help me help him.
somehow.
