Are You Prepared For The First Wound?

Without Trust, There Can Be No Tranquil Resting Of The Mind.

Houses Are Not Haunted. We Are Haunted, And Regardless Of The Architecture With Which We Surround Ourselves, Our Ghosts Stay With Us Until We Ourselves Are Ghosts.

...i Felt Fear Enter The Halls Of My Mind, But I Didn't Give It The Keys To Every Room.

The Snow Did Not Even Whisper Its Way To Earth, But Seemed To Salt The Night With Silence.

A Fine Line Separates The Weary Recluse From The Fearful Hermit. Finer Still Is The Line Between Hermit And Bitter Misanthrope.