“ No amount of speed could break me of this darkness... The sorrow is ever clinging to me. ”
Is there more to see? Brixton asks. No. Just a long walk back to hope.
~ D.r. Hedge
It's what we do, we continue on. Yet, what is the point? There is nothing ahead of us when there is nothing left of us.
And I realize, so suddenly that it hurts, just how empty a creature can be, while still filled to the brim with drowning agony.
Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.
