By the worst in all my dreams

What once was a little nightmare

Is bursting at the seams

- 🖊

My dreams are silent and cold these days. It's all shapes I can't make sense of. Just vague enough to be scary but not enough to be anything tangible.

the shield dents, but never breaks. let your kindness ve a virtue without it being a weakness. - 🖊

It amuses me how easily my words can affect the lot of you. - 🫀

There's no use insulting you or trying to tell you anything about yourself that you don't already know to be true.

Perhaps this is where you stop, where your shield finally grows too heavy in your weakened, tired arms.

Does that scare you, Guardian? Does it make you feel anything at all? -🫀

My arms are indeed tired. But I am not weak. Not in the slightest. I am a strong and proud man still, stranger.

I am scared. We all are. I'm not afraid to admit it either. We're all unsure of what's next and afraid another of us will die. That's not something to be ashamed of. Fear is normal and natural.