when the wind knocks you down like a bad friend. when that same bad friend goes from respecting your world to making it a laughing stock. when the laughter is laced with menace and evils and stabs you in the creases of the mind, your mind, that you weren't sure could be reached. The uplifting moment of realizing that the doubts you once habored are now confrimed, by the snake. poison for me, and poison for them, poison from your words, sneaking in. atmosphere now laced with traces of your ignorance, pitfalls and avalanches of a friendship not worth holding on for.