To All the Notebooks Wasted

How often have I blundered at the precipice with brimming enthusiasm hollowed by doubt and want for survival? With breath arrived a passion to express beyond mere words the notion that we are never alone even when gripped by horrors wrought against fellows. Along your spiral spine I climb. Your teeth clamor knowingly with palpable fear at being dutiful to the whims of an impatient and infantile mortal. Within the discarded stack lie tattered attempts and regrets, my soul laid bare on a bear skin. "I promise to push harder since peril provokes my pen."