The sun heals me, the moon feels me.

"There is nothing that chains them to the places where their bodies have fallen. They are free to go, but still they confine themselves, held in place by their looking. For those who have stayed, their prison is their never seeing. And left all alone, this is how they rot.  Learn to see yourself as the rest of the world does, and you'll keep. But left alone, with only your own eyes looking back at you, and even the prettiest things rot. You fall apart like flowers. The pretty thing you are looking at is me. But it is me that still cannot see any of what is coming. Me that doesn't even know where to look.  It is a terrible thing to look at oneself and all the while see nothing. Even after it has been covered up with nothing left to see. And still I think I'll stay for one more look at her. This is how I let myself rot. The pretty thing you are looking at... is me."  - From I-am-the-pretty-thing-that-lives-in-the-house ...Parts of the script...