So that frightened woman decided to trust the signs and messages she was receiving, of which there began to be many. She could really feel deep inside her that a force was pushing her to move in that direction, one she didn't want but could understand. Universe, energy, God, destiny, the spirit of her father.
The beast unseen, the routine. The slow callous of the soul. How quickly we fall into the beautiful comfort of the monster with a velvet mouth; familiarity, security. The sound of the door slowly creaking closed, the spirit realm behind an eery knowing you cant trust.