#mod deadman

[tarot-suggestions]

The foundations crumble at its core. You cannot see what you fear in the darkness, only hear the terrible cracking and breaking of the place you call home.

Your knees give out and hit dirt and the building comes down all around you, rubble and debri and mess collapsing tiredly, it’s frame snapping like ancient bones, after having played it’s part so long. You feel the exhaustion flow out all at once from it’s core. You feel yourself shake from the tragedy, despite the release of pain all around you.

You open your eyes when the dust clears. You see the stars. You breathe deeply for the first time in months.

[tarot-suggestions]

you just can’t seem to get the right words. the paper is stretched thin and littered with imperfect words, smudged and misspelled and crossed out. and yet you still feel the same. no amount of words brings this deep tiredness out of you. no amount of writing will ever let you say what you feel

[tarot-suggestions]

The sun breaks the horizon. You stagger in the light for a second, the warmth breaking the cold tiredness inside you. You have made it to the peak