With each passing day, I could hear in your rants, the fear, the exhaustion, a cacophony of thoughts resonating, slaying your soul without mercy.
And then it all became silent.
Silence that engulfs you whole, a deafening silence. Silence that encroaches upon any and everything around you and leaves it hollow.
And you’re suspended. You’re not straining, not making a move. You’re still.
Hang in there. I’m here. We’re all here. Send echoes from where you’re, we can hear you.
Moments shall pass. You’re under His shade.
Please take a moment to offer prayer for Stoner on a Rollercoaster ‘s mother who passed away yesterday. May she be at peace. Sending love and prayers to her and her family.