Anguish?

No, not that.

Dread?

Not that either

I want to say it so you know without having to know. Can we trace it back without having to trace it back?

Can I tell you that it explodes? Of course, eventually it explodes. But it doesn’t end there

Can I tell you that it matters? Even when it doesn’t feel like it. Especially

Can I take you a long? Can I have you journey without having you to journey? Because God forbid

God forbid that you ever