Confessional

We assume in the silence of our homes that we are alone and we are at peace in the knowledge that we will not be heard. It is the blissful freedom found in private lives. It is the joy in knowing that your words are for you and no one else. But they're not. Not always. Not now. Because there are things that live in the darkness, there are those that stand by our side, and the greatest horror in life and death is the simple truth that we will never be alone.

He hears you, and he is always listening.