Friday, October 12, 2012


Sight, Touch, Smell, Hearing, Taste

Standing in a small room a person believes they are alone.

Every light is on in this room because they are afraid of the dark

But they will not say it aloud. Abaddon knows fear. He knows this person.

This person is you.

Smell of anxiety feels his mouth. Uncomfortable, you know you're not alone. Lights are your comfort.

But what if there are no lights?

 In the dark you are now.

What to do?

Unplanned and dreadful you run to the window to let in light.

Only to find that light no longer exist . . .

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