visualize.

[ofkirkwall]

there are things out there that want to kill you. that will kill you. and then there is the ghost of a breath at your ear, the hand at the small of your back, whispers that wrap you in gossamer night until you go blind, saying, 'destroy yourself; you do it so much better.’

you can stare into the abyss this raw, dark, damning thing of wonder – don’t be afraid to get lost in it. everyone does. then blink, and walk away.