Demonic-Slumber-777

There are forces beyond human comprehension, gravitational forces pulling and pushing many things but maintaining balance with just enough precision to keep a glorious tower of glass needles standing proud to reach on to endlessness. Some just shatter into the dirt where the light never shines on their broken shards of dignity. Some fall with such balance they land straight and start new towers completely separate from the first. But some are made of ice. Mere glinting from the glass towers is enough to mist them away, but they dont die, just biding time until they rise again. cold winds blow and glass will freeze and become brittle. it cant

what can be done when your thoughts add up and pile on each other instead of just fading? when all of your guilt crushes you down for everything that you've done in the past? - nothing really i suppose. so there is no relief? just keep enduring until we perish? - most like to believe in a better place after that. why? the only conclusion anyone has ever gained is that we are buried and turn back into dirt. - you dont have any beliefs? it only sets up for disappointment. all religion is used for is to control masses of people. - to a degree i guess that is true. anything organized anyways. - so what do you hold on to then? the hope t

dawn is early to wake at. most are tired from an early morning. tiring at dawn because the body cannot rest. a small room fills with smoke, clouding up the night spent counting seconds instead of sheep. silence is unbearable, as the lack of sounds is only causing more awareness in the darkness. clutching helplessly at a companion who isn't there. nightmares fill a concious mind dragging worry behind them like an anchor on a chain. as the morning clambers to a start, weary eyes peer through the haze for some kind of relief. animals begin stirring as they wake, followed by people. there is no relief. the day has begun and stress starts sinking