Squee

"When I was little I would pull the covers up over my head and hope that it was enough to ward off the things that I hoped would leave me alone while I slept - not that I could ever sleep. I was afraid of so much, doubtful of so little, and would jump at the slightest sound, because some part of me never refused to believe that these nightmare things were ever impossible.

And with those fear stained blankets pulled over my head, I know that it was never about actually believing that they would protect me from any horror, it was about keeping myself blind to ever really finding out if anything was real enough to be afraid of.

Being afraid meant there was a chance that whatever frightened you was something that actually existed, that these translucent voiceless ghost-infants were out there, somewhere, just waiting for you to find them some night, that the devil really was watching you, wanting you.

See...there was a sense of comfort I got from that dread of things supernatural, lurking where only such things lurk. But, so far as I can tell, I've never seen a ghost, or shuddered in the actual presence of a God or Devil.

And where I once hid from these things, I now stay up dreaming about them, knowing that even if I pissed my pants at the sight of them, I would at least know that the world was full of something more, something real beyond this machine life that replaced the little universe beneath the blankets."

- Jhonen V.


Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral

>>> Someday I'll Be Saturday Night by Bon Jovi? Obviously undecided about this stuff.