The Night is Darkening Round Me

“The night is darkening round me. The wild winds coldly blow.”

Storms on the moors feel like they are happening inside your own chest. Loneliness becomes a physical place you can walk through.

“A thousand bright visions come to me. They make my spirit free.”

Imagination isn't just a hobby here. It is a literal rescue mission from a quiet and suffocating life.

Death is always waiting just behind the next hill. It makes every small moment of sunlight feel desperate and vital.

“Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee.”

Grief has a way of turning the sky grey for years. You start to prefer the shadows because the light hurts too much.