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The darkness falls on another light. I keep my eyes open instead of wide shut. I watch the day pass over, it has been one hell of a ride. This next one? Who knows. But it won't be the last one. I move through so accepting even though I am touched. What's the point in otherwise. I'm curious, maybe a little nervous. But I have no fear I can't conquer. And I will not let it win. So I sit, and I watch, and I wonder, and I wait. I don't need to rush anymore. I can be content with nothing here at all. I am and I will be by not being at all. Isn't that the call heard shrill in the night? In the fright of your dreams or the delight of your night terrors? I smile so slight.