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The UnknownThey presented themselves at my weakest point at night. Beyond a lucid dream, they wanted to be noticed as natural beings, not as shadows of darkness. They didn't talk, they walked around while I couldn't move any part of my body. My eyes made contact with their presence, looking for answers. Yet words won't come out, feeling helpless, paralyzed but with a fully aware mind. There stood, three men. As I forced myself to talk, I heard my inner self say "Go Away". But it wasn't my voice. It sounded deeply disturbed, almost demonic. One of the men, who I've never seen before, vanished. I felt the other breathing on my left, as I forced myself to twist my head, / couldn't move, my eyes looked up and made contact. This man I've seen somewhere, when I was in process of self discovery and worthless relationships. He used to advise me. My thoughts went Is he dead? Why is he a shadow? When again, the voice "Go Away" was pronounced twice, his presence left the room. Now, I was left with one, I thought. I tried so hard to wake up from this state, but nobody "real" that could feel, was near. Only me and the "Unknown". As time passed by, I saw lights under my door and heard chatter, and the door in the front slammed closed. At this point, my strenght came back. Is the one still left behind? I wonder as I don't look forward to another night of soul-finding. I did not search the "Unknown", they have become night visitors and have entrusted me to see them, not through then. Not yet.

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Apr 22, 2013

What is This... 3/19/2012What is This... / It's been a while since I decided to speak my mind in a notepad / This time it could be because He's becoming more then a thought every night

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Mar 27, 2012

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