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A Fear Caressed Soul
Many a night I lay motionless upon a delightfully soft bed with many thoughts flowing like water in my mind. Darkness seems to engulf the earth with its invisible heart that bares no reason of creation. Thoughts become dreams and dreams become stories but still they are the children of imagination. Light fails to filter through the thick, dark cloud that travels across the sky; even stars seem to be the essence of myth. Fear opens its black and bony hands ready to embrace my soul for the seed of fear was planted within my heart by a unknown being many dreams ago; darkness beholds many secrets but most are long since forgotten. My soul has been caressed by fear, it makes my heart beat faster, my eyes shift from side to side seeing images that are truly not there. A fear caressed soul is one of commonality that one tries to deny then yet it becomes part of us during the small periods of death that occur every night when one’s head is bestowed upon a feather light pillow ready to wander in to a land that is truly unknown; the land of imagination.
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