The wind whipped and I became more calm.

The impending doom outside could not match the chronic doom within.

Three chimes of a bell signaling what?

Don’t let fear limit your ability to operate.

Not compatible with life.

Bickering over coffee filters.

Just kids being kids.

His booming voice, laced with hate spoke over me.

The lethargy can’t take over.

The weight will dissolve, it will descend.

And I will stop.

Red, casting a shadow on what was once black is no alternative.

Stop checking.

Stop.