You know that feeling when your skin crawls? Like a thousand needles poking through every pore? Blood pounding through every vein? That’s just an itch compared to what lives on me.
Love. Fear. Whatever it’s called, it’s survival that motivates everyone.
Anger is useless to me, a wound that will only continue to fester.
This world is changing. We decide into what.
Forgiveness is hard, but so very worth it.
Life and death are separated by the smallest stumble.
When memories fade and darkness surrounds you, find the strength inside.
Danger is real, fear is an illusion.
The first time I returned from the void, it was to save me. Now it’s to save them.