Horrible mass murders dilute my mind. I am a spiritual being having a human experience. My soul does not give substance to fear. It is but nameless and powerless. The only power it may have I allow.
hate is Cold and brittle like frail thin metal thats strongest alone and unalloyed. There has been less light moving through the sky and out of dawn and the night comes quicker as if its trying to move day out of place for the pershing of sight and the quickening in flight into choas that is all monochrome complete. No shadow and no shades just a darkness with no body or form but with an appetite to consume all things until the ordered universe is as it is; deep nothingness full of the gravity in a horrible silence and unmoored by the smashing of scattered electrons.