I can feel you, but you’re not really here, are you?

You did it. You saved us.

You know, the only thing I remember from Sunday school is the martyrs, the saints, the saviors… they all end up the same way. 

                                                                                                     B l o o d y  and  a l o n e .

when reason gets kicked in the gut, when the chariots of gloom encircle you.

I’m not just a me. I’m also a we.