It's a stark reality between my reality to someone else's. Sitting in front listening to their voice break as they speak to their kids telling them they are away working.

I guess there are different levels of hell.
There are visions of flame where the heat is all the same but the burns are very different.

Trying to help is noble I know 
Giving them hope it's needed.
If only there was more I could.
Is there more I could do.

No one really knows because I'm even unsure whether my help will just prolong their journey or of their personal hell.

Wish the levels just all crumble and fall as the winds of time changes its call.

Short one for today.
Tired from walking around SM following sister.