Evil is an an entity whose essence gives it its name

Her nightmares came from being psychically stalked

She was like me like me—a rainy day person, seeking shelter

Nostalgia arose in me for a world I almost forgot existed.

Her gaze, nearness and perfume enchanted me. I fell under her spell.

Perhaps somewhere in the mist adventure awaits…

The three of us live in our idyllic retreat, with one of us unfortunately deceased

It was the old lover’s triangle—a husband, a wife and a ghost.

I know what it feels like to be lied to and betrayed

I couldn’t give her just painted air— tears I couldn't weep—truths I couldn't speak

Brooke is the Siren who haunts me but I get to see her in dreams

A curtain was pulled back and I saw deeply disturbing glimpses of evil.

I went home, heart on fire, longing to be him and to have what he had

Loving her is completely insane and yet makes perfect sense.

My body keeps buzzing. I need a drink or an escape from reality.

I’ve heard the Siren call and am still yearning for enchantment.

I whisper vows once said with no storms on the horizon, and only clear weather ahead

The best way to forgive someone is to enter into their sufferings

I'm clinging to the past—holding onto this house when it’s filled only with pain

I loved storms, but that was before I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness.