Again with the writing while I’m tired… xo, Amy

There is danger in perpetual twilight, that fine bleak edge between light and dark, sound and sense. You’ve experienced it. That split second when you put your fingers under water and your brain hasn’t yet figured out whether the water is hot or cold. The first anxious moment you’re unsure if the woman in the next room is laughing or crying. The peril is the uncertainty; the blank potential that only your imagination can fill.

For your imaginations are far more terrifying than anything the denizens of the gray areas can compel. The terrors we create for ourselves are infinitely worse than whatever reality we might face.

And so the denizens listen in the twilight, watching and waiting from the shadows. They linger patiently, hulking vultures, as you destroy yourself from within. They wait as long as they have to, secure in the knowledge that sooner or later, you will succumb. Patience is a virtue, and virtue is its own reward…

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