Day By Day

Some days come and go without a sound. Others pass by with barely a whisper but they shake us to our bones, to our soul, to our heart.</p>
<p>Depression, madness, rage are born from this silence. The quiet consumes our thoughts, preys on our fears, invokes in us a primal, unquenchable anger.</p>
<p>Please end. Please never come. Please be gone. This hollow hole of a being will falter finally.