Horror

Is that really it? Is that truly all that there is? Are you actually just a brief interlude of molecules that can be blown a part as quickly as you were assembled? That wall that you have created it’s not to be tough, it’s not to shield your fragile heart it’s simply there so that people won’t know that on the other side there is only the depth of a Wal-Mart kiddie pool. You’ve built that wall so that you don’t even have to look at the drought of your heart, so that you can continue forward, thinking that you are simply not settling versus looking at the actual truth of the black void in which you are sinking into. That black horror that will soon consume me, devouring the parts that are still alive.