Counter intuitive.
Counter-intuitive, Counter-productive... encouragement. I love you, and I care about you. In a lightless pit, you can’t trust voices from sources unseen Nor imagery foreign to eyes accustomed to the dark In a lightless pit, you can’t let your troubles blow away in the smoke Desperate times call for desperate measures Whereas you reject all help, all ropes felt. “This isn’t a rope it’s a snake!” You’re fucking tripping. I won’t allow this complacency. Grab the rope.
And you! You’re no different. You with ears like entrances and exits of a two way express tunnel In one way, out the other Nothing stays... Nothing that you don’t want to stay, anyway. So flaunt your cash, Ask for help just to subsequently reject it. “Throw me a rope! ... Actually, I don’t need this.” I won’t allow this complacency.
Grab. The fucking. Rope.
