As I lay in bed an image crawled on my ceiling. This was an image that many would say was just my imagination pulling at me so I had to send this proof that it was more than some random neurons. It haunted my being not by some awful sound but by the silence that crept up on me. Why there why now? Was it a long-lost loved one trying to say something to me or could it be something that was a dark reflection of me? I give up it’s time for you to take a peak.