What is Love?"What is love?"What is Love? by robinchanop
I ask myself,
Each and every day.
"What is love?"
I'll never know.
For now, I'll sit and pray.
HalloweenGloom. The fear following darkness. Ghosts of the past tugging at my soul, and ghosts of the future foretelling my death. How was Halloween different than any other night of the year? I lived in constant fear. Of the ghouls in my closet, so cleverly concealed in my clothes. Of the witch, cunningly hiding in the shadow of my bedroom door. Of the terrible, ringing darkness of midnight, of night at its deepest and darkest. Of Death, showing me the terrors of his embrace.Halloween by robinchanop
In truth, Halloween is a reprieve from the constant tortures of a darkened bedroom. Frolicking in the cool brightness of a lamp-lit night with friends somehow helps me to evade the fear that comes most potent when the sun ducks below the horizon. Masks and costumes are nothing to be scared of; they are just children in disguise, brazenly stepping into the light, while the true demons stick to the shadows. Our ringing laughter combats the silence, shouts of joy slowly disintegrating the heavy burden of quiet. My spirit fee