It's warm, the deepest night.
It's all dark, no vision, nothing seen and feeling of endless movement. This pain bared within a heart of warmth. You're soothed to the core, it's a heat flaring up through your body. Your home, center of mind and where you feel you belong.
An endless cold corridor of your own salvation and past the truth. There is no truth or right or wrong, only what you feel, the droning of silence goes on forever and echoes in your mind.
