Imagine knowing the unknown, thinking you knew what you knew and then knew
nothing different. Imagine experiencing something that makes you sound mad or
makes you feel mad. When the world does a flip and the unreal becomes a solid
Imagine that your ghost stories are actually your memories. Believe what you want to
believe, it’s your own world. But when you go places and see things that you thought
were just fiction it turns your universe around. Murmured voices, the touch of a cold
dead hand or the smell of long gone burning should be enough to make you question
your own world.
Go places, feel where you are, think about what you can’t see. Tell your stories, let
the listeners reel.
Under secret darkness she stumbled. Crying flies and moaning mumbled. Sense and
scenes melding round, the pale girls mind, her brain did pound. Screaming truths did
burn the night of cold embraces and whispered fright. Loudly alone she wandered
the rooms, how deathly wrong her dawning looms. Knowing there’s more, seeing
what’s there. It’s not as simple as mending the tear of a fractured belief of a past so
clear as the moment of encountering and shedding a tear.
Imagine knowing the unknown and realising the truth that there’s more. Look around
you and there may well be more that what you felt there to be.