It was there again.
The Darkness.
I awoke.
At least I believe I did,
as it has happened many times before.
It was there, beside the bed.
Not hovering,
just
Dark.
Darker than the surrounding nightness.
Darker than anything imaginable,
like some ominous foreboding.
'Black matter’, there yet not.
Seen but unseen.
It takes no form,
just mass,
though distinct from the surrounding,
this shadow of pitch.
I closed my eyes tightly,
and willed it to go away.
When I opened them,
it was gone.
Just like always.
Even though it has never harmed me
(that I am aware)
I still fear it.
I think it watches me as I sleep.
What is it’s purpose, if any?
A guardian?
A curious entity?
Myself?
It frightens me.
The Darkness.
I awoke.
At least I believe I did,
as it has happened many times before.
It was there, beside the bed.
Not hovering,
just
Dark.
Darker than the surrounding nightness.
Darker than anything imaginable,
like some ominous foreboding.
'Black matter’, there yet not.
Seen but unseen.
It takes no form,
just mass,
though distinct from the surrounding,
this shadow of pitch.
I closed my eyes tightly,
and willed it to go away.
When I opened them,
it was gone.
Just like always.
Even though it has never harmed me
(that I am aware)
I still fear it.
I think it watches me as I sleep.
What is it’s purpose, if any?
A guardian?
A curious entity?
Myself?
It frightens me.