Poem / Poetry
Book / Horror
Short Story / Memoir
I have to write this down as I have clearly ventured further than I ever remember documenting before. The border between realities, has never seemed so thin to me before , It has become agitated and almost visibly vibrating In the voids between structure and chaos.
Not a sight I have set my eyes on in these past couple days has not shown some sign or barely noticed twitch about it or in the air around it that gives away the presence of some remnant memory lost in time. A whisper of an ever increasing volume as the future draws nearer every day. Every corner of every building and every tree in every park almost glow with a secret that those of us who have the right kind of eyes can see. And those of us who do get to see have to live with the unfortunate yet inescapable fact that those sometimes shapelessly deformed and unimaginably tangible beings we see are indeed very real and very formidable.
Tonight is I believe the first night I looked towards them without any anxiety or dread toward them. I know they’re real. That makes a difference when it comes down to shrugging them off as flashbacks or dirt in your eye. There’s not much that gets shrugged off as “seeing things” or “mind’s playing tricks on me’ any more, The awareness has brought me to heights I could have never dreamed of 30 years ago when I first took notice of the strangeness of my surroundings. It has also opened a doorway which can never again be shut on me, A window into a world of horrific possibility that not even the most twisted or intellectually advanced human mind would ever understand.
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