Drizzle, drop, and disappear
These are the things we fear, my dear
These are the things we fear
Cracked teeth
Tumultuous beginnings
Dissatisfaction
Lumps in our custard
Absolute silence
Absolute absolution
Incomplete
A wasteful life
An upward knife
Shame
Failure
The light in the distance of a dark night that only grows closer
A surplus of ash and a deficit of pillows
What idle minds have wrought with memory
Habit
