”When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy.”
The beauty of life crumbling right before our very eyes. The comfort of one’s own bed collapsing with the horrifying realization. As we run through the inevitable, the harrowing tension crescendos to the heavens. The curiosity has won. That’s when the true vision shows itself. The monster is here; the pain is so clear. The tears are real. What a beautiful tragedy.