And when you come home and the place is in the dark of night.
When you don’t want to turn on the light because it’s not about the feeling of fright.
Walking in you sit in a familiar shadow with only yourself to blame and without even a hint of the light of a day to show an unsightly way.
And it’s so quiet that all you can think to say is listen to yourself.
But your not saying anything.
But you still have to listen because that’s when you’ll hear it.