Rest, My Child
Sometimes there just aren’t any words to express how you feel. Sometimes it’s just an indescribable cavern of wailings and howls. Groanings of a haunted soul to which the mind can only interpret as a waking nightmare. Sometimes the eyes peer into the abyss when opened and shown a glimmer of light when closed. Sometimes all you need is rest. Shut your eyes. Shut out the world. Open your the haunted door of your soul. Release the ghosts of fear, doubt, disappointment and delusion. Cry. Sob. Breathe. Rest. Rest, my child. Rest.