“Death is like that”… I’ve wondered a lot about the power of death. Not just over this thing we call life, but over those left behind. It sits and festers, leaving those closest to the pain feeling both recluse and withdrawn, and like they want to scream their pain from a mountain top for the world to know.
Holding it in is power…in the same way a rock held above a silent pond has power!
“Death is like that”… I’ve wondered a lot about the power of death. Not just over this thing we call life, but over those left behind. It sits and festers, leaving those closest to the pain feeling both recluse and withdrawn, and like they want to scream their pain from a mountain top for the world to know.
Holding it in is power…in the same way a rock held above a silent pond has power!
Love that imagery, Colin! Thanks for building on the idea I was wrestling out.
oh my. *brokenheart*
And now I wonder deeply what the secret is 😆