Fear and truth cannot exist in a single breath

It creeps up on us in the dark when the ghosts blink by. Traces like faint breath collapsing inside itself. Fear. We listen only to the sound of Truth. Guided by the Light that the dark can’t find its way. Some shadows themselves have shadows. Eyes been closed so long the lock tightens; the braille freezes touch. We can’t learn our way through. Can’t think … Continue reading Fear and truth cannot exist in a single breath