Keep it all inside. All the urges, the beckoning, the call for the wild. Let it simmer in the dark recesses of long tainted memories, awaiting matureness.
Keep it all within. Burrowing deep into the endless labyrinth of amorphous soundscapes.
For sweet release is the gift of those who persist and keep it all passionately within.
Death walketh the night shroud in a Sulphur mist. Unbroken, endless bonfire circles the continuous mist. Like the ever flowing stream of a perplexing improvisation.
Where you found the real McCoy,
the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil,
was right inside the human mind.
― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch