Image by Ahmed Saffu

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.