As far as I know, when I take my last breath that’ll be it. There won’t be any darkness or light, fire or air. I cease to exist.

“A mistruth will make its way around the world, finding new lies to accompany it, before the truth even wakes up.”

I’m just so broken right now. Life has a way of smacking you in the face. Sometimes, it smacks you so hard you fall to the ground and...

We can stand by, let the darkness take control, weave its way through until the light is suffocated, or we can stand up and face it head on.

It's a eulogy.