I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will

I Think That's What Finally Stopped Me. I Slid Right To The Edge. My Legs Were Hanging Over. And I Could Feel It Too. I Don't Know How. There Was No Wind, No Sound, No Change Of Temperature. There Was Just This Terrible Emptiness Reaching Up For Me.

Quick Note Here: If This Crush-slash-swooning Stuff Is Hard For You To Stomach, If Youve Never Had A Similar Experience, Then You Should Come To Grips With The Fact That Youve Got A Tv Dinner For A Heart And Might Want To Consider Climbing Inside A Microwave And Turning It On High For At Least An Hour, Which If You Do Consider Only Goes To Show What Kind Of Idiot You Truly Are Because Microwaves Are Way Too Small For Anyone, Let Alone You, To Climb Into.

...and There You Have It, Another Body On The Floor Surrounded By Things That Don't Mean Much To Anyone Except To The One Who Can't Take Any Of Them Along.

House Of Leaves Is Certainly About The Unsettling Nature Of Fear - And It Was My Aim To Address That - But Its Also About Recovering From Fear.

I Still Get Nightmares. In Fact, I Get Them So Often I Should Be Used To Them By Now. I'm Not. No One Ever Really Gets Used To Nightmares.