Night SketchingA Poem by CitrtgoW8P
The less you are seeing
the more you are imagining. Everything is cast from memory and all is preconception, which becomes more twisted and distorted as the light fades. Objects take on life, attitudes, opinions, and motives. And how seamlessly they appear as monsters and demons, exploiting your weaknesses and fears. Feeding on your sight, and battling for your thoughts. Do not give in to your inventions. There is no need to be afraid of the dark, the night is what you make of it. © 2011 CitrtgoW8PAuthor's Note
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