lights out, words gone
The idea of life without company fell suddenly. It crashed through the ceiling on me and pinned me to the pine. Layer upon layer of hope and doubt will crush bones to oil in time.
RFRSHMSG
ARCHVRNDMTHM
before you say anything, think to yourself “is this something that would get me diagnosed with hysteria and institutionalized in the 19th century?” and if the answer is yes, carry on
