Sometimes to be at home is like a nightmare by Stephen King.

Maybe this isn't home, nor ever was- maybe home is where I have to go tonight. Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Growth of consciousness does not depend on the might of the intellect but on the conviction of the heart.

There's Nothing To Hide When Your Soul Is Not Guilty....

Do you feel that, Brynlee? I should be in top physical shape from the cardio my heart gets. This is what has happened every time I__e been around you for over two years, and baby, now that I__e kissed these lips _