I’m haunted. We all are, I guess. We’re parentless, friendless, unloved, abandoned. The spirits of our deceased emotional anchors and proofs of existence will follow and demean us until we too roam a quiet lifeless world alongside them — unable to speak — our histories written in beach sand.
Jason S. Hornsby, Eleven Twenty-Three
23, depression, forgotten, horror, horror-fiction, survival-story, unloved