2:13 AM: Caffeinated and not so much medicated.

I see your work speak with mine. Can’t believe words survive it all. I swear I will speak back with anguished cries.

To make is horrifying.

Once nothingness hurls and festers inside your guts, fiction will blossom with forceful bile, until nothingness purges into being.

Yeah, nothingness is horrifying.