when it feels like you've been cancelled like someone took your breath away to replace it with ether and you stagger in headwind all day it's too easy to go crazy way much harder to stay clear though you're pleading (come save me) no one or nothing comes near
refrigerate your fire the grim faces that you're passing in your freefall from the ground won't remember, won't be asking and they won't be making a sound
hold your soldiers and keep them in the woods until it's over, it will be wait see the sun sets and morning puts you back into place the right place