I’m standing in the dark, but surrounded by white clouds. I feel them all pulling at me, they never give up. Everyone wants something, some things I cannot possibly give, but they never stop asking. My life is not my own, it’s theirs.
They are pulling life out of me. I am strong, but never able to stand without feeling their pull, the questions, the help, the problems, they all want my solutions. I have too many to answer. They don’t rely on themselves enough, they always ask my help.
I answer in different ways, but I am always there for them. I exist because of them.