Hitting Rock Bottom

There is something about people who have hit rock bottom and have managed to crawl their way back from that dark cave. People who were once upon a time innocent like a child. People who have known and lived the deepest pit of human void. They might appear to be indifferent, elusive, but I see the fire of empathy in their eyes. These people wear no masks and they wear raw vulnerability with a sense of pride. Sit beside them, listen to their stories. Merely their presence can make you feel beautiful, merely their presence can make you feel alive.