24 APR 2017 AT 9:00

Ghosts, taunt me, from outside the windows of my locked room, to join them in the wilderness of the pitch black night. Everytime I deny. But they also won't stop trying. They start to play their tricks. They try to lure me out. I see all I love calling me out in the night. I feel alone, lying in my room. Everytime I'm tempted to plunge myself into the black of night. But I don't. Their tricks won't work on me. But they won't stop. Not yet. Next they make me afraid. This is the part I dread most in this everyday routine. They fill my eyes with whirlpool of nightmares. I see my fears in front of me, beside me. I see myself in them, going through them. But I never give in. In that few eternal moments, when I'm juxtaposed with my fears, the black night, with its indifferece, feels like safe place. But I never gave in. Not until tonight. The ghosts have gotten strong since. I can no longer fight them. Tonight they are going to succeed. They have found my deepest fear. Death. I'll have to go through it. May be this will last for a moment or an eternity, I do not know. What I know is that if I wake up at the end of this, I'll be one of them. I'll meet you then.

- CSPS