Category Archive: Suffocating Sanity
Look what my candle did.
The weight on their shoulders was immense, but they had always carried on as if they weren’t over-encumbered. As if it was the Beforetime.
"Never make a man choose between love and war," she said, her eyes lost in some memory claimed by the horizon.
"He will always choose the latter and if he doesn't, he was never a man at all."
Toska Nabokov
“We’ve got to live,” he said, his eyes focused on some far away point in the darkening horizon, “no matter how many skies have fallen.”
It was then,
Toska Nabokov
in that whisper of a moment,
when she had no breath in her lungs,
that she realized–
she isn’t the hero of this story.
I am on a sinking ship that is burning. Please, let go of my hand.
Prised Araneidae
