I was watching some photos yesterday,
and then I found you,
a rare photo of yours,
lost in my books.
I taught I have no more ones,
of you on that travel,
walking by the city,
in searching of you.
I have found another,
you were sleeping I think,
closed in a cover,
over the waiting of our call.
These were magic days,
I have no fear to say,
I have no desire now,
to take them back,
to live them again.
I want to live new ones,
and for you dear,
to live and find,
what you want to be.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
Something visited at night
I used to experience disturbing paranormal events as a teenager, but thankfully they stopped as I grew older. When I was around 20 years old, I started having vivid nightmares and episodes of sleep paralysis when sleeping in my bedroom at home. I would wake up unable to move, feeling a heavy pressure on my chest, and see terrifying visions of shadowy figures approaching me. My parents told me it was just sleep paralysis, but it kept happening frequently and felt very real.
By spooky sessionabout 12 hours ago in Poets
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