Ghosts of the past

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I sleep with a light on. A lot of people dont understand it, but how can they? They havent seen the shadows ive seen. I havent showed them, like i showed you, the figures and creatures crawling out of them... An empty street at 3am, with nothing but everything and you and i. Im not afraid when im not alone. But im afraid because perhaps i never am.

The darkness. The unending void. "What are you afraid of?" you asked. Truth is, in reality, whatever the hell reality may be, i am afraid of nothing. My only true enemy has always been my own head. The shadows have simply reflected whats going on inside it. And suddenly, amidst the dark street, i saw a man crossing it. One step, two steps, three, he disappeared. Time froze and i stood staring, as if i saw a ghost. Yet, time goes on. One day, two days, three and i was gone.
You, too, fell victim for my eyes, for they have "depth", you told me. My eyes saw things you'll never see. They saw time shift back and forth in signless seconds. They saw your heart move from your head back to its place and build a wall around itself. They have been drowned by their own tears and burried by concealers, for time flies and ive got none to waste on meaningless affections of myself.
Three, two, one, i take his hand in mine, and suddenly the air freezes. My hands get cold. Like an electric impulse, i let go of that alien hand. Everything feels wrong. I fake a smile to him, i look across the road into the void, and instantly i see... A warmth spreads over me, like never before. You've always kept me warm. Even now that im with him, and he's not you.

I sleep with a light on. A lot of people dont understand it, but how can they? An empty street at 3am, with nothing but him and i, and you inside the void, crossing the street, smiling at me. One, two, three, youre gone. Lights out.

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