this feeling…
i feel like running away from this wonderful place.
i feel like i will destroy something precious… if i haven’t already.
i feel like there is something evil inside the marrows of these bones
just fighting pound for pound to get out each and every chance it’s got.
my armor and sword feel like a ton of bricks and the weight is unbearable.
i am in no condition to fight this battle… not this time.
i feel like i can’t save myself this time… and maybe i don’t even want to.
oh, Lord… help me…
