Brandon White

“Worry Whispers Softly There’s a worry in me that can’t be prayed away or drugged into submission. I feel it in my bones, traveling up my arm and across my back like electric shock. I feel it slicing through muscle, and tendon, and confidence. I hear it whisper to me all through the night, in a voice low and familiar; like an old friend who tells you terrible things when they drink too much.”
― Brandon White, The Year That Stole the Light Away