A letter, so feathery, so many letters... I tried to write,

I am so frightened.

I had a dream that I skipped school, but that I could see everything that happened while I was gone, my professor checking to make sure that I was absent, my name a shred, a lick of dust stirred by artificial light fixtures. So much paper, so many words, falling between faces and getting lost. I remember I used to rip the pages from those books, and replace them with my own, lesser versions. It seems useless, though. Too much text for too few feelings. Now, a four-word sentence, subject, verb, adjectives, seems to hold more weight than anything I've ever read or written. I am so frightened. I am so frightened.

Blood in my mouth, and everything's so dark, and heavy, and I can't help but think,

I'll keep you safe. I'll keep you safe.