Plasticity

   It's interesting to see people break. They either cope and float. Or they do not. At the time in their life their problems seem to overtake them. Flooding the happiness out and replacing the soul with a cold watery person. They cannot see the light. They cannot find true happiness. Everything seems done. As it continues to climax, numb is what you become. All around you people are walking past. Never asking, never helping. As if standing in a busy street and having others pass by. Never even noticing the hole we seem to place ourselves into.
 
   We continue to reach for help in our minds, but never quite letting it release from our lips. We suck it in like a poison. It beats and scratches at our veins. But we'll never ask. Nothing is wrong, no one can fix me. We slowly fade out of reality. Living in a daydream. Wishing earnestly that we could slip away into our new life. Daydream, daydream, daydream.. Building, building, building..
 
   Finally, we break. The pressure is relieved. We've hit rock bottom. We cannot sink any lower. There is no where else to fall. Being alone is a reward. Reaching for our dreams, for we cannot descend anymore. Higher and higher we climb. We have the chance to make our daydreams reality. Reaching and inching. Grasping every handhold available. Until we slip. No help is offered.
 
   We make and break ourselves far too often. Learning to create ourselves. Who we are. What we believe. And whether we climb again.

A constant cycle.