The sky was stark white and the wind licked at your skin like a frozen flame. Clouds edged in, dark as the abyss, and spread across the blinding naked sky like oil in water. Cold is cold, but not as cold as a midwestern winter.
I have had a lot of time to think lately. In recent days, sleep has eluded me, remaining just out of reach.
Life is a series of trials, each one specifically designed to break you. Specifically designed as a test you likely will not pass. For many, these act merely as speed bumps. A moment of reflection upon how we had to change, for the sake of accommodating these accomplishments.
For others, these tests prove to be more. Hurdles too high to clear, goals too high to reach. It feels as though someone had held you down and ordered a room full of people you do not know to kick the ever loving shit out of you.
The pain sets in. The lies of a broken mind whispers in your ear, telling you no one really cares. No one will miss you or indeed even notice you’re gone, while you shake hands with the devil in your heart.
Your heart races, the tears begin to form and cloud your vision of the world around you. The darkness will consume.
The time comes when one must stand and fight for their beliefs or lie down and admit defeat.
One can only run from shadows for so long before the shadows catch up.
The piper must be paid his due.