The feeling of loss is many things.

It’s the empty echo in your chest as you blankly stare.

It’s the roll of your throat as you gag on sobs and muffled keens.

It’s the shredded voice that rips through your mouth and bounces across the room.

It’s limp, open hands as they lay palm up on your legs.

It’s the bite of your nails as they leave bloody crescent marks on your soft hands as they shake and ...

Bravery is not being fearless.

To be fearless is to be reckless, for when you should fear a storm, a lack of fear would be the end.

Bravery is not ‘gathering courage’ before going if to face the battle.

I have never truly put stock on bravery.

But I feel that it’s not simple.

It’s knowing your afraid but striding towards. It’s determination blended with unwavering certainty and the most import...

Trapped.

You wander the halls.

It’s silent, your steps do not echo.

You feel inverted, like you are not in the real world, everything is in shades of grey, like something took the life out of it all.

You steadily pace towards the balcony overlooking the dreary ballroom. It’s big enough that you can’t see the ceiling, only the moonlight through the gaping holes drapes around the room.

You breath ...

I walked through the ruins of Stonehenge.

The night was silent and the moon full above my head. A chilly wind blew by, ruffling the leaves from the ground, the crisp sound echoing.

A faint smile graced my face as I glided past the stones. Memories of ceremonies and party’s floated through my mind, before being slowly forgotten.

I breathed a mouthful of the open air as I left.

I was back. I do...

They have always been there for you,

I know it’s true,

But they know things,

Do you know them too?

You trust them,

But should you?

They laugh and talk,

They speak with you,

You tell them everything you do,

But watch them whisper,

Out of sight,

On this dark and quiet night,

And as you sleep in your room,

They taunt and scream horrid things to you,

Now they laugh and mock,

They have gone amok,

Th...