Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt

I'm All Soils West When The Earth Lets Go. I'm A Thousand Julys.

Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To The Ground.

For Some Reason, You Will No Longer Be The Person You Believed You Once Were. You'll Detect Slow And Subtle Shifts Going On All Around You, More Importantly Shifts In You. Worse, You'll Realize It's Always Been Shifting, Like A Shimmer Of Sorts, A Vast Shimmer, Only Dark Like A Room. But You Won't Understand Why Or How.

Absolutely Nothing Visible To The Eye Provides A Reason For Or Even Evidence Of Those Terrifying Shifts Which Can In A Matter Of Moments Reconstitute A Simple Path Into An Extremely Complicated One.

Anger Is One Way To Respond To Fear. I Say One Way Because Responses Are Categorically Multiple.