Whispers and the Roars

by K. Webster

“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love.”

Unconditional love, understanding, and ultimate dedication are the themes of this novel.

It’s safe here. When I’m inside of my head…

I was a fungus. Growing and festering. Turning his brilliant parts black with the disease otherwise known as me. When you’re a woman who suffers from depression and PTSD, among other disorders, you learn that you’re the problem. That you’re the source of nightmares. That you’re a black plague who only sickens the well around you.

The music is an extension of my pain and sadness. A direct view into the mind of a woman who has spent an entire lifetime attempting to forget injustices served against her.

When I play, I’m content. Even if only for a little while.

You can’t snuff out the blazing flames of love. Soulmates don’t simply drift apart.

Sometimes there isn’t a quick fix or an easy solution. Often, these things take time. When you’re dedicated to someone completely, you take that time and you make it work for you.

I’m tired these days. So tired. Oftentimes I wonder if I could just leave. Swallow a bunch of pills and drift off quietly into nothingness. It’s always guilt that stops me though.

Yeo is my drug. And I willingly give my biggest vein to him to inject his life into me.

I’m so tired. For so long I’ve had to be strong. To put up walls I didn’t want to erect. And Yeo crashes through them anyway. I don’t have to be strong because he’s strong enough for the both of us.