Today was one of those days that started in a torrential downpour of hardship and discernment which scattered my mind whole with confusion and resentment.  As I woke, a hole began to form in my chest.  One that would surely be the death of reason and the atonement for hours spent in silence, letting my throat fill with the blood of my unspoken words.

There is something particularly damaging about communication.  Though it can bring two people together, it also the one thing that can tear them apart.  This particular miscommunication has left my heart aghast with the thought that it will not be communication or the lack thereof that will sever our relation.

All things must die.  All things will die.  For those of who are comfortable with that idea, it becomes difficult to see the merit in staying when many different factors join together in a chorus to sing:  The horror!  The horror!