Old souls, I seek answers...
When the cycles of darkness come around and around for what seems like centuries....how do you raise that shield again and focus forward. It gets so heavy.
So....so....heavy.
Death is like a quiet cold wind.
We know not where it’s blowing, when it will pick up in our hearts. Happiness can turn to fear in an instant like a wild chariot being pulled by crazed stallions headed toward a cliff but then ...wait!?
Construct a mental brick wall at the edge so the horses cannot plummet! We’re safe! But we’re not.
Please tell me, how have you fought off death’s tempting hand for so long when everything is ever so piled up in the skull for years and years like a roulette wheel of pain and sadness. I can feel peoples emotions through this digital shitbox I’m typing on. And it scares me sometimes