12 November 2009

Glitter in the air

What is it that scares you? What is it that makes the hair on your arms unfix, your palms swetty and your every breath feel like a trapped animal in your chest?
Is it the dark? A passing memory of an old bedstory, creatures and beeings hiding in the shadows? Is it the wind just outside bedroom window?
Or is it something much more frightening, a monster in the dephts you've only glimpsed partially in your souls´vast dark and unknowned inner.
Whatever it is, if you want to tell me I'm hear.

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