I feel like I’m a volume button. When the voices in your head get too loud or the static silence of your loneliness becomes unbearable you frantically hit the volume up button, using me to drown it out. You say that I’m your lighthouse, your guiding beacon. You say that I am the voice of reason, of comfort. But when your demons are at bay, you tune me out, cue volume down. Maybe I’m just your theme song, played loudly in during your times of trouble and then I just fade to the background when you rise on your pedestal, beaming because you’re finally where you want to be.
any sense of connection is conditional, see the attached rules and conditions.