Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Where The Wild Things Are


There are memories that are so unsettling and violent.  They hit at random times when unrelated situations crack the fortress we have built around them.  Memories of your flesh being ripped apart or boiled in oil and blood so red you understood your life was washing away.  A floodgate of tears is opened and only by physical force are you able to growl them and yourself back to saneness.  At moments like these you and only you know you are alive on earth and that aliveness is a gift of unfathomable glory.

 

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