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Apr 2017
There's a shadow on a ceiling
I don't dare to look that way
Is this real? Am I dreaming?
Not having any sleep again

There's a human shape in corner
I don't dare to watch that spot
I'm afraid, it might deform it
I'm frightened, it might not

I feel a hand touching my shoulder
I don't dare believe it's true
From head to toe, I'm getting colder
The rabbit-hole, I'm coming through

I look around like a spaceman
So scared to look, but have to know
If you are here, I beg you, face me
The earth is circling down below

And now I see you, real and clear
Though in this world you don't exist
I dare you to keep coming here
I have no power to resist

And as all outlines are blurred
Other shapes come into view
Once again I've been transferred
To this cryptic world of You

I recognize all the surroundings
Your room, I've been so many times
Why was I so afraid of finding
What mind of rational denies

The truth, just as beauty, is in the eyes of beholder
My eyes are finally closing, as I lean on your shoulder...
When I was in my early teens, I had an imaginary friend; it's the closest definition I can find for what was happening to me. Usually, he was just watching over me, but at times when a situation in my house became too critical, he came over to take me to his place. There I could feel safe and take a much-needed rest while he was reading, he had a lot of books, or play piano. This lasted for several years, during the hardest time of my life.
Ekaterina Chotzhaeva
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Ekaterina Chotzhaeva  Russia
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