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There’s something about staring into the pitch blackness that fills me with an uneasy feeling. It’s a feeling that starts as mild nervousness at first, but can then transition to dread if I let it, as though the dark also stares at me while I gaze back at it. Of course, the dark within my own home isn’t what makes me anxious, since I regularly check every hidden corner and the undersides of all my furniture for unwanted guests. I guess I don’t know what I expect to find during my search, but I get paranoid that someone might be lurking somewhere they can’t be seen. Luckily, I haven’t ever found a mysterious

In a little town west of the northern America, lived a man who spent most of his day locked away in the privacy of his secluded, little home. His neighbors rarely saw him active around town, and if they did, it would only be in passing as he headed off to pick up groceries at the local marketplace in a hurry. Apart from this, no one knew what he was up to. Some assumed he spent all his time reading under a dim light, while others suspected that he simply peered through the decorated curtains of his window as he stood in silence behind the walls of his apartment. The popular rumor among the children of the block was that the ghost of a sad, ve

Why pull the light towards you When you are made of dark, There is no need to be afraid Worlds collide in your orbit And time bends around you, You matter greatly It’s your turn to let go, Those permanent images of Light captured like a snapshot