، 𝒘hat isolates isn't the weapon. it's the knowing why you need it and never being able to say it out 𝒍oud .
( a flicker of something, almost a smile .. crossing his face before dissolving. ) “ ... good company then ... 𝓦ho's 𝓚ate ? ”
، 𝒏ot the only one. relief shouldn't feel this warm—— but it does .. the weight of a blade under a pillow isn't 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒂 if someone else understands it. 𝓚ate. who is 𝓚ate ? does it 𝒎atter ...
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𝒕he day sits 𝒉eavy. a stone refusing to sink, just 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 now. dark enough to stain the thoughts. then the ceiling. then the hours of pretending 𝓢leep is a 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 still 𝓦elcome ... 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐘—— 𝖕athetic 𝖜ord.
𝒕he day sits 𝒉eavy. a stone refusing to sink, just 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 now. dark enough to stain the thoughts. then the ceiling. then the hours of pretending 𝓢leep is a 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 still 𝓦elcome ... 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐘—— 𝖕athetic 𝖜ord.
𝒕he only 𝒑eace : classical a͟r͟t͟.
&& spinning 𝒗inyls in total silence.
finds solace discussing a͟n͟t͟i͟q͟u͟i͟t͟i͟e͟s͟
and 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝓗istorical t͟h͟e͟o͟r͟y͟.
𝒔ocially inept —— marital c͟r͟i͟s͟i͟s͟.
&& plagued by 𝒊nsomnia & nightmares. spiraling into absolute p͟a͟r͟a͟n͟o͟i͟a͟, he 𝒇irmly 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 his ex - wife will m͟u͟r͟d͟e͟r͟ him.