In darker moments
It is hard to see
Beyond the shadows
Which fill the room
Crawling out
From every corner
From beneath the furniture
Falling from the ceiling and pouring out over the carved wooden molding that lines the walls
Fear is born of uncertainty
Of what we cannot see
Far more than what we can
For a threat unknown
Is a threat we do not understand
So we wait
Silent and motionless
For the light to return once more
For our surroundings to be restored
Clarity in illumination
As the black of night recedes
Hoping only
That our fear will subside with it
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
We fear what we don’t understand.
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Yes, we certainly do. Is it a fear of what we don’t understand, though, or is it a fear of not understanding?
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Both I guess.
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Of what we cannot see…:( so true.
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🙂 Thank you!
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Very good, I liked it so I am going to reblog this for you.
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My sincere thanks for the re-blog! I really appreciate it.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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