I have heard stories about people who have seen the Horror. I had a dream once, myself where I thought I glimpsed it, ran from it — through the Dark Wood, I like to say. The H. P. Lovecraft variety: it seems to strike a chord somewhere; it makes me think there is something to these myths. Something perhaps primal in their expression. The unnamed darkness that we all fear, somewhere too deep in us for we even to be aware of in the common parlance. This is not exactly wherein the madness lies, gladly to say, for in madness there is just as much brightness as is there unspeakable dark. We imagine that it sleeps — for mayhap just the suspicion of it is the only reality of it we will ever truly know. Never to fathom just how deep the Horror that lurks, outside of perception.
Reflection
5:48am thursday, 10th december
After all is said and done.
Pancakes and syrup sure taste good. :)
Reflection