Inner Beauty

Whispering In The Confessional Chapter 3

My soul is ablaze with thoughts I should not know but know so well. My mind and emotions expand in considerations I hoped to repress, boiling in a turbulent brew. Raging, ever haunting me! Shall I exist in tortured silence? Shall I attempt to resist the truth?

A foolish notion!

To think I could ignore the ideas I entertain. No more! No more can I control the images my mind conjures. The noises, visions, actions, and sensations. No more can I contain them. Here and now, I free the phantoms from my mind. Here, the ghosts shall walk the pages of this text, cleansing and liberating me from their energy. Still, the apparitions cannot be vanquished nor suppressed. They are forever wrought and released from the darkest quarters of my mind.