It still beats, doesn't it, still trembles at the sight of fog flowing through the forest like a slow dance song. It was only dislocated, lost its locus for a while, popped out of the socket of good sense. There is no one to pick up the pieces because there are no pieces.
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I'm 55. I'm nine years old. I'm too old to have old fears and I am too young to be able to quiet them myself.
David Treuer — Fresh Air
And here's the thing about terror, although it may well be true of grief, too. It robs you of so much. It steals your soul. It takes your life. It robs you of so much. It steals your sense of yourself and your place in the world. And it murders time.
David Treuer — Fresh Air