isthmene

So Halloween passed quietly for me. Without any ritual. Happens when your the lone pagan around. So I had a quiet moment to myself and called that my Samhain. All Saint's Day. Whatever. The air has felt thinner in the last few day. The wall between here and there has become a thin curtain. I don't believe in ghosts or heavan or hell. But somehow, all that is supernatural seems closer. They run in my dreams. Lurk and whisper. Crawl and cry. Wait and smile. But already I can feel the curtain thickening. Everyday a little more. The voices quiet, the skin settles, my dreams emptier. Maybe I can get some sleep now.