How did I get here?
There are places my
legs have carried that my feelings have taken on exciting alertness in the anticipation of danger whilst I rationalise in my mind and thoughts that there
is nothing to fear, for where I am passing through would soon be behind me.
Then, I do not think
that works that well for me when I find myself near old churchyards or graveyards.
Something from my youthful past when my imagination was triggered by conversations,
I overheard that presented apparitions of deep conviction no one else could
perceive.
I quicken my steps
whilst trying to keep my mind clear of inspiration or vision of the paranormal.
You wonder how these things seem to have an enduring effect even though one is
spared the experience that makes horror films tame.
Maybe I should just
stop being irrationally timid, so I am not limited by foreboding, premonition,
superstition, or intangible fright. It is a work in progress still and that is
part of living and experience, the stuff stories are made of. I know I can find perfect peace for my mind and my wildest thoughts.
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