Welcome to The Soul Crucible.
This is a reflection on the aftermath of the dark night, when rumination has run its course to such extremes that I can no longer recall the thoughts I once used as protection. I’m left alone in the void, burdened with the obligation to feel so that I may rebuild myself anew.
I can no longer spell the thoughts I used as shell. Torn into shreds, my skin is gone - newborn and frail. I’m scared. Yet I must rebuild into the fog, taking one step beyond the clock. And I reset a whole new scene… into the wild, my word is Spleen.