SelfPub: And the whole world in scale ...

And the whole world on the scale does not compare to the chaos that occurred in his soul in those moments of despair, powerless, when the fingers, trembling, reached for another portion of soothing the soul, the pill, and muscle drove from attacks of pain, shortness of breath was an echo from the light-filled walls, and the eyes were not able to keep the flow of salt water. Only the voice in my head kept saying insistently that he was a little demanding every moment more and more. At this point, he finally just now fallen asleep. Forever.