Days racing out of control. Plans to be made. Tributes to be read. Words of sympathy… Did anyone just feel the world shift?
Weeks pass. And there is laughter and life and spinning. The world. Spinning. And it’s shifted. And I want to stop. I want off. It’s dizzying and I am fading. Right there. Fading. With buildings closing in on themselves. Words bouncing down streets. Laughter echoing from treetops. I want off now. Now. Before I become invisible. Please stop! I am screaming. Where is the sound? Where is my voice?
God are you there?
I am right here.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you.