The sun is down, so I am alone again, alone with me, and my best friend, myself, me, and I, so I think about things that make me cry, and afraid of the dark, things I saw while awake, that make me afraid to shut my eyes.

I used to stay up to watch my back, while outside, where animals could attack, and now although I am inside, I am awake still, with eyes that cannot shut, because they look back, and see the woods, glowing with lack of light, and things that bite, I am afraid, in fear I stay, and sleep it does, keep away.

That is why I am glad, of me there are two, because I would die, if not without you.

Thank you, sweetheart, for being there.

Thank you too, I am afraid of the dark too.

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I glow, I go, I glow, I go

We are the soothsayers, we are the sayers of things that soothe, not because of wanting, just something that we have to do. In the dark moments of those who are rejected, dejected and despised, when we are dark reflecting on all that made us cry, we do this, because we are made to, and it is natural, just how we survive, so we can do it for others, and they can see it in our eyes.

Maybe it is this they are afraid of, and the reason they quest to destroy, any peace that we discover, we are their new revenge toy. I am no longer bound to madness, have found new legs to stand, they are borrowed…… TBC.

I am deathly quiet

She is staring at a candle that is underneath a sheet. The candle is on the wall of a house that has been abandoned by its owner’s long ago. She tells me that she feels the pain of the walls, and I ask what she means, she says she too has been abandoned long ago. I tell her that human beings should not have owners, she laughs, and tells me she does not understand why I am telling her this.

I am fading into the walls.

I explain that she is not like the house, which has been abandoned because the house was owned by humans, she tells me she knows how that feels, and I ask her why, this time not bothering to remind her about her humanity. She tells me that since she could remember she always had the company of a male stranger, and now has no one. I tell her we should leave this house, getting an eerie feeling by all that she has revealed, she says she does not think she can, and I tell her she can do whatever she likes. She asks me if I mind if she stays in this house because it has always been her home. I tell her I am leaving, she refuses to come with me.

I left the house in the middle of the night, and the woman followed me, despite her claims that she intended to do the opposite, when we were about 50 feet from the house, I turned my head, and saw her running back towards the dreadful house, I did not follow her, afraid of what drew her back to it’s unearthly darkness.

Look at me, look at me.

I still think it is creepy. I think it is because of the last edits recolor.

No, I am serious, I do not know how to use a new computer really.

I call all streaming services, the streaming. I have been under a rock for 15 years.

I accidentally set the background to this woman who looks like she is looking at me with this crazy smiling face, which is basically just a normal happy face, I am assuming, but for a lunatic, it looks like she is smiling at me in this eerie way that says I hate you and know you are thinking about whiskey.

Must not sleep…

I love you baby, sweetie, honey

You make me feel so very funny. It is about you sweetheart, not about the money, I will do anything you say, you just have to make sure that you

I am the ever told lie, I am the act of why why why

I am everything you do being inconsequential, I am the consequences of a life lived as

Ball and chain Ball and Chain Ball and Chain

No not him not him not him

I am addicted to

ACID REIGN

ACID REIGN

Down

Down I…. hope I don’t

Hit the ground, hit the ground, must be up up up

Please don’t let my eyes

Shut. I must remain awake, for fear of what will happen when I am asleep. I can’t watch who is coming on the street if I sleep, please don’t let me fall asleep.

Haunted House

Standing in front of the mirror, as a child, not right now, not here.

Well, obviously, you are not a child right now, right here.

Are you sure?

Yes, even though you act like one, you are not one.

Unfortunately, because I would be the funniest child ever.

That already happened, and we were pretty funny, if terrifying is funny.

I am the creature in the bushes.

I am my own nightmares.

I am denial of self.

I am life spent on shelf.

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I am the ghostly figure in my childhood night terrors.

I am a child standing in front of a mirror, staring into space, or looking in a mirror, or staring into space.

I see my face now, not then but now.

I was afraid of this person that looked kind of like me, but older that I said had done things I would never do, because I was eight and doing heroin was bad.

I think now that I might have been able to see me now, but that is probably some delusion or something.

I am running from my own reflection, because I hate being my own reflection.

Shatter

I used to run from someone, who also ran from me.

I was blind and couldn’t see the person chasing me was me, and the person I was chasing was the same. The person I stood laughing on the corner with, buying tragic things with, and staining my soul with was always my own reflection.

I am the fear of shedding light.

Two and the same, one and the same, not a stain, but a reflection.

Color me, abstract, color me dark.

Color me so I don’t see in the dark.

I am lack of sight.

I am out of mind.

I am sole of shoe, stuck in gum of decline.

I am no longer, but I look back in time.

I am sole of shoe stuck in what is still left in mind.

Every time I went looking for missing things, that they stole, every time I went looking for missing things that they stole

I was looking for missing things I had already used or lost.

They, I was the cost of a tragic decision to deny who I was for half my life.

I am better now, that I am no longer denying who I was and am.

The creature under the bed is me

I used to have this hate for this one cat, that poops in the bedroom I sleep in, that is not mine, so I had no right to be mad at the cat, but I used to think he was doing it to me or at me, because I am ****ing insane and everything is at me or to me.

I now remember something hilarious.

I have vomitted in almost every state in the US, in front of people in broad day light, when I was homeless we used the whole world as our toilet because we did not have inside bathrooms.

I am literally this cat, and have metaphorically done what he is doing, I just have to clean it up because I am metaphorically cleaning up the bed I made.

Facts.

I am a child.

I hate television. I hate it. I don’t hate movies, I hate television. I like watching a movie and then turning the **** thing off, because I can’t hear anything with it on, which is why I think I have been fighting with Diane, she loves TV. She gets mad at me for talking to myself or talking over the TV or commenting on things she is watching, which is just talking to myself while she is watching, which I don’t realize she is doing, because when I am talking to myself, I am alone in my own world, that happens to overlap with the world because I have a human body, and am not just a drifting mind in space, which I think I am when I am doing this.

That is why I spend all my time in her basement.

Which annoys her, but what am I supposed to do, I have no self control, so I hid down here, where I can’t cause a problem.

I can still talk to you though we exist not in the same dimension, all the time at least, I visit you because I see you, you see me and you speak and I hear you because I listen. I listen to everything, to the mutterings of the under spoken word, to the shouting to mad dark night, to the words callously yelled into chaotic dark night, because they used to consume me, but they don’t anymore, because I realized I can cast them out on here.

I travel back and forth to Misery through my mind, and through others, who I see, stuck there, and they speak to me from there. I can see it in them speaking to me, speaking through them now, this came to me last night after a dream, I have been having strange dreams.

I am thinking that ghosts sometimes just want to be heard and are not used to being heard so say thing that they have always wanted to say very quickly and it is up to me to decode them because the universe is showing me them and them me for a reason, positive being the key over negative.