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There are times when I become so overwhelmed with desire that I want to drown - throw myself off a bridge and drown in the cold river. It's not enough for me to see my desire... I must possess it. Hold it close to me. But the, I smother it by accident. The obsession dies, and I am left feeling lost. Who am I? Have I ever known myself? Do I know myself now? I think I am a stranger I've yet to meet, and I'm terrified to introduce myself because what if what I find inside is as

"You said it was a ghost story. It isn't. It's a love story." - The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020) (I will fill the rest in as I go. This is a placeholder for something I'm working on as a blog post.)