The Devils in the Dust
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It is dark and dreary, and you are all alone. Alone with your subconscious. The rain keeps falling, and you can't help but feel a void in your soul, knowing that no one is there for you. No one understands what is going through your head. Everyone thinks you are crazy because you will not let anyone get too close to you, but it makes it easier to emotionally detach in an instant. You hear creaks in the old house as you just sit there staring through the window. You can't help but to feel a sense of security like none you have felt before because you are alone, and it's better this way because ...
It is dark and dreary, and you are all alone. Alone with your subconscious. The rain keeps falling, and you can't help but feel a void in your soul, knowing that no one is there for you. No one understands what is going through your head. Everyone thinks you are crazy because you will not let anyone get too close to you, but it makes it easier to emotionally detach in an instant. You hear creaks in the old house as you just sit there staring through the window. You can't help but to feel a sense of security like none you have felt before because you are alone, and it's better this way because the only person you can truly trust is yourself. You cannot read anyone's mind besides your own. Have you ever found yourself deep in your thoughts without an escape? Have you ever felt so alone but so safe at the same time? In her book The Devils in the Dust, the Red Raven includes pieces that reflect her philophobia and the other dark places that rest in the heart, mind, and soul. She invites you to take a journey into a new realm of thoughts and the subconscious mind of her own creation.
