I am lying in bed thinking about shutting the lights off
If I don't now I will sooner or later
there is a unique solace in darkness
total lack of visual stimuli
this allows the imagination to run free
feral
revealing true lies
the darkness is also your fear
regret
the unknown
we always reject darkness in favor of the light
in fear of what they cannot see
people like what it is they can conceive
and reject what they cannot
but at the end of the day
embracing the unknown so that it may become the known is the only way I know
to get
some
fucking
sleep.
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Steven Krous
I'm a small town (small state) writer, born and raised in Rhode Island. My goal is to share and gain wisdom through writing, ultimately teaching and being taught by the lost, broken and/or discouraged souls of the world, one word at a time.
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