I know. I know your secret. You can't hide it. I've seen you, standing silent still. You cling to the darkness when we come close. I know you miss us. I know you come back sometimes. They all come back, in the end. As much as you try to hide it, we made you. Every breath, every whisper of a thought. The urge to come home will always be lurking just beneath consciousness. When you're ready, I'll be waiting with open arms. I think I know who left it... but I'm not sure. Maybe they're right... Huh.