I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will

No One Ever Really Gets Used To Nightmares.

The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily Always The Act Of Not Seeing Something Else.

Scars Are The Paler Pain Of Survival Received Unwillingly And Displayed In The Language Of Injury.

For Some Reason, You Will No Longer Be The Person You Believed You Once Were. You'll Detect Slow And Subtle Shifts Going On All Around You, More Importantly Shifts In You. Worse, You'll Realize It's Always Been Shifting, Like A Shimmer Of Sorts, A Vast Shimmer, Only Dark Like A Room. But You Won't Understand Why Or How.

I'm All Soils West When The Earth Lets Go. I'm A Thousand Julys.