Soulless things wander the streets, Monsters lure under beds, and demons watch as you sleep. It’s a nightmare. It’s a nightmare alright.

Staring at the screen, nothing but evergreen passes the in-between. no-one can take away the simple stare you make. The water was calm by the lake, so distant in my memory. I must use different sensory to remember the moments past. These things are meant to last.