Shadows

It's not uncommon for the mind or the eyes to play tricks on us. I'm used to it. But it's been happening a lot more lately. When I was younger, these things... these shadows were nothing much, just wisps of dark. The kinda thing you could excuse as simple short circuits of the brain or tricks of light. So I've been quite alarmed about the shape and size these things have been taking recently. I often feel as though someone were in the room with me. I actually think I see someone moving quickly out of sight. These shadows are the size of men but not at all like men. They're just masses of dark. Lumps. And they're always at the edge of my sight, which only makes them more... ambiguous. If I catch something in my peripheral vision I'm more than likely to write it off as something real, so I'm taken by surprise when I give it my full attention only to see it vanish. Their size is alarming to me because I feel it might mean they're substantive. I feel like something is happening. That something might be wrong? But I can't be sure. I'm in between thoughts. Sometimes they're nothing... and sometimes they're not. I'm not frightened by the figures themselves. I'm more likely to be put off by sound than vision. I guess I'm just fluctuating between my usual state of paranoia and my hyper-state of paranoia. :P If anything, at least they're inspiring. I like to think things like these are whispers of something louder... maybe a life or a feeling; from the past of the future. I like to pretend that when I'm at peace, when my mind is out of this world I can tap into another and see those things not readily visible. I like to pretend a lot of things. For now, it's helping to hold my fears in check. ;) In the end, I don't think it's anything... I just don't understand the frequency of these sorts of things. Why now? Why so much? And why will it all eventually fade away? Why then? Why the change of these things? Very odd.


DS333, misfiring.