The darkness has always seemed fantastic to me. When I was a child it scared me. It was filled with monsters. It was filled with anonymity, the threat of the unknown.
The monsters are still here.
The mystery of it is amazing, endless. It holds me close, a warm embrace of quiet. It is a tube running down my throat, keeping me alive in my coma. It is the embodiment of everything evil. It is a beautiful lie. It is who I am.
