sandhasnohome
I have learned to live with fear of the worst, deep I the longs dark night or I the middle of a bright one. I learned a long time ago that love is the only consolation to such a fear as this.
People, can't say that I like "people", you know. Not "people" person, you know? I like you though. You're not "people", any of you, are you? You're a person.
Poor, crackling, skeleton sticks, trampled and broken underfoot. Once they were part of life, of air and breath, aspiring to such lofty heights, and now dead, mouldering, but joined with earth, they become as one.