The world will burn.

Because of Him.

But I don’t care.

I’m numb. It would be a relief to feel something other than the depths of my grief.

The aching echos of memories of loved ones etched into nightmares. Awakening every night, screaming in anguished terror, stretching fingertips out towards a delicate, gentle phantom, always just out of reach to touch, yet unable to be banished.

“Stay wit...

Peace.

Serenity.

That’s what people actively seek out these days. Everybody is fighting against the stream of conscious chaos.

So they seek it.

Peace.

Serenity.

And into the forest we go.

Leaves rustling, soft winds whistling,

Vines twisting, branches touching,

Birds chirping, insects bustling,

Plants bending, feathers shuffling,

And a babbling brook interrupting the clearest thought...