lethargy

but what hurts the most is fear itself

it is the sound of your bones cracking

the predictability of pain

what frightens you the most is not the thief

but rather the alarm, your screaming brother

and what makes you stay is not the certainty of weariness

but the uncertainty of victory

the smell of rain, the umbrellas outside

the warmth before pain, the groundbreaking line

what hurts the most is not the act of living in the future

it's not what you fear that makes you scared

it is the place where it leaves you

"you're not going anywhere"