my coping method is sleeping/going dormant. and then there are the ghosts in my dreams.

The end is where our story begins

Sleep you might see the killer in your dreams

i don't think you see it... not yet

Visions that appear in the misty veils of your memories

Dead children dance in a circle, their hollow laughter ringing out like a twisted mockery of life.

the world doesn't have to be the ideal world in your head, and I'm glad it isn't because then it would be just as boring as you are!

Shatter doubt, rise radiant

Those who celebrate your losses… Are the same ones who cry when you’re winning. You’re living in their head rent free. That’s enough of a revenge. Let their envy eat them up from the inside.

Auroral whispers of devotion

Perhaps it’s just another reminder that we are all complicit, all guilty, all already dead.

There is no greater hell than isolation And so as you were in life, you shall be in death Alone within, alone without

This moment is all that exists.

She’s awake. Alive in a world full of sleepwalkers choking on false hope.

Not all monsters hide in darkness; some wait in the spaces between moments, unseen yet ever near.

you read the book of the dead; you share the words of the dead; you seek the wisdom of the dead; but none of this will change your end, good luck!

They abandoned something luminous.

i am no longer the shadow.

My flesh no longer feels like mine.