PHAngelGadiel
Eternal Poster
My spirit grabs, the calm light of morning, and I walk through the day and everything feels right. I stand straight and boldly let life pass from the first touch of dawn to the warmth of afternoon. But as evening sets in shadows start to slink in. Deep in the strangest of hours I let go. My chest is tight, I stutter when breathing, and the nighttime shivers with horror. Am I fragile, a mind too weak? Or is there more I’m afraid to speak? Why does my heart hurt and skip as the day bends and trembles?