what trauma?

and after the humble request, ghosts will welcome his most precious possession.

just as the casket begins the telltale, the darkness may lie beneath the surface of perhaps his longing… his story.

he’s never going to be frightened by the candles, where brutality disturbs the sweet wax. 

confined by the smell of imaginary dandelions, reassuring roses.

Never mind the noise of rumbling and screaming.