It’s just one of those days where I can’t quiet the voices in my head. That whisper and they weep, making me tremble as I speak. Making me question everything. What would it take for a minute of peace, a moment of sweet release.
"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
”I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” I don’t think it’s death that we fear but that we may be forgotten so easily that we should easily subside from this world without a trace. And no one would be any wiser as to what happened or would even care. These are the thoughts that pop into my head late at night when I cannot fall asleep or randomly during the day when I...