Human contact and interaction soothe this trial we share. I ask myself whether I am better off alone, or if we can come farther together. Sometimes I bear shame as I sneak away from screams. But I have equally often been on the other side, hanging two feet off the ground, whereas I see someone, watching from shrubbery. Like a witness. Maybe it is important to watch, and remind oneself that pain is not the only thing that burdens our lives at this point, but also our souls. Do we deserve to live if we were to escape?
