Do not be afraid. Find what is real. And never let go.
You are that whisper in the wind,
that gives me chills,
while I stop and hark.
The shadow lurking everywhere,
That haunts me,
in the abashed dark.
The spider crawling down my leg,
while I try to sleep.
I scratch to no avail.
The scream heard among the silence,
while I walk alone,
down the winding trail.
The man I thought I dreamt of,
but soon realized I’m,
Incapable of loving.
A distant brush upon my skin,
You are my imagination.
You are nothing.
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