A WINDOW ADMITS SUNGLIGHT THROUGH A TRANSPARENT PANE AND LET’S LIGHT PAINT THE DARKNESS WHATEVER IT FEELS THAT IT SHOULD BE REGARDLESS OF IDENTITY OR ANY FORM OF AESTHETIC VALUE. BUT THE LIGHT BENDS AND REFLECTS BETWEEN YOUR SORROW AND YOUR BED. YOU CAN TRY TO FIND YOUR SAFETY NET YOU CAN SEARCH THE WHOLE APARTMENT BUT THE DARKNESS HAS SUCCUMBED TO THE LIGHT, SO WHY EVEN FIGHT?
AND SHE SAID “I DO BELIEVE I’M DYING BUT THESE DAYS I’M LUCKY IF I CAN FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL. SO I’D BE LYING IF I SAID THE PAIN WAS HORRIBLE AS IT’S BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE EMOTIONS ARE THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME ALIVE. MOVE THE DRAPES TO THE SIDE.” NO, NO DON’T TELL ME THAT THIS IS IT. NO, THE DARKNESS DEALS IN TRICKS. AND AS THE LIGHT MIGHT BURN YOUR EYES AT FIRST IT SURE AS HELL WON’T GIVE YOU ANYMORE OF THOSE SCARS. BUT THE DARKNESS HAS POSSESED YOU, YOU’VE LET ITS DEATH INFEST YOU. AND THERE’S NO WAY TO CALM THE STORM. NO EXCORCISM TO PERFORM. YOU’RE LEFT A SHELL ALL HOLLOWED OUT TO FILL ITS INSIDES UP WITH DOUBT. AND THE CASKET AND THE ROSARY WE CARVED FROM THE IDLEWOOD TREE ARE BURRIED IN THE FIELD WHERE WE FIRST MET AND WE WILL AGAIN
