That still moment all alone as you sit quietly in your chair, the creeks and noises of the house, those faint whispers as the wind passes by.

Scratches you hear? those overgrown bushes and you could never forget the smell of the candles as the burn freely.
Left to ponder in your own mind as the time passes with not a moment feeling as if it will pass by, tears of the journey's that have struggled through yet still somehow you are still aware and awake prepered and destined to win over every mistake.

Hide in the shadows you should not, you listen for noises that should have been forgot, remember the truth is not what you arnt but who you are, exactly who he intended you to be so next time you sit in the place of selience seek the memories that bring you happy thoughts and never entertain those voices of your enemy the truly lie tremendously