Frightened.
Things are happening again. Feelings. Like this place is crawling with shadows and dark things are lurking in each corner.... I'm scared. Really scared. And I don't have anyone else to turn to, save for my God. But.... What if my prayers aren't being answered?
I think I'm going crazy. I keep feeling everyone elses negativity, their own insecurities.... Almost empathically.... But it feels different.... It feels.... Solid. I know that that doesn't make much sense. All I can do now is sit, and wait, and pray that someone will come and help me. Tell me what's going on.
This darkness.... It's not normal.... It feels so.... Fake. Man-made. But that doesn't make much sense, does it? It's just like this giant cloud hovering over this place.
What's happening? Why is this happening?? Please.... Help me. Tell me.... Show me what to do....
I'm frightened. Normally, I can do well by myself, and I'm usually okay.... Usually resourceful.... But this is different. Whatever it is, it's big, and it doesn't like us.
Other people feel it, too, I can tell. I don't need to feel them to know that it haunts them, too. All you need to do is find someone on this campus, in this city, and look in their eyes: you will see fear. Listen to their voice: it wavers. Watch them walk: they move swiftly, and with purpose. Observe their body language: they flinch at every small movement and sound. The way they touch things is cautious, afraid of being preyed on by whatever touched that pen or paper or book before them....
Things are happening around here.
I know that I'm not the only one who senses it.
Please, talk to me.
Please.... Let me know that I'm not alone.
And, to my angel:
Where are you?
What should I do?
Why aren't you helping, when you promised you would....?
Where are you?
I think I'm going crazy. I keep feeling everyone elses negativity, their own insecurities.... Almost empathically.... But it feels different.... It feels.... Solid. I know that that doesn't make much sense. All I can do now is sit, and wait, and pray that someone will come and help me. Tell me what's going on.
This darkness.... It's not normal.... It feels so.... Fake. Man-made. But that doesn't make much sense, does it? It's just like this giant cloud hovering over this place.
What's happening? Why is this happening?? Please.... Help me. Tell me.... Show me what to do....
I'm frightened. Normally, I can do well by myself, and I'm usually okay.... Usually resourceful.... But this is different. Whatever it is, it's big, and it doesn't like us.
Other people feel it, too, I can tell. I don't need to feel them to know that it haunts them, too. All you need to do is find someone on this campus, in this city, and look in their eyes: you will see fear. Listen to their voice: it wavers. Watch them walk: they move swiftly, and with purpose. Observe their body language: they flinch at every small movement and sound. The way they touch things is cautious, afraid of being preyed on by whatever touched that pen or paper or book before them....
Things are happening around here.
I know that I'm not the only one who senses it.
Please, talk to me.
Please.... Let me know that I'm not alone.
And, to my angel:
Where are you?
What should I do?
Why aren't you helping, when you promised you would....?
Where are you?