exit: light, enter: night

found a hidden skatepark in the master bedroom of some empty house. i smiled. on a road-trip, finding the sweetest half-pipe and having my deck with me only to realise that i have my doc marts on instead of my skate shoes. being chased by zombies with detached arms sticking through their heads. realising that nobody cares for me at all. i cried. switching rooms and finding a box of stale cookies which smell absolutely disgusting. a haunted house. the love of my life being possessed and me trying to run after her only to fail in my pursuit. i cried.

there are no cryptic messages being hidden here or there. the true meaning of this post will be realised once you enter the sandman's lair.

i do smile. i do cry. more than you think.