And by night we lie snug in darkness, manufacturing monsters.
Gnarling the days thoughts into wizened embryos, we seed our dreams and sleep. Fitfully, we fight them, twisting the covers as they feed on our fears. They grow soon, and many: hurling bold spears or lurking with axes, hiding round corners to throttle or stab. Some we defeat, but still more escape us. By daylight they sneer under corners of thoughts, plotting and whispering for the evenings release.
And by night we lie snug in darkness, manufacturing monsters.
Added @ 11:26 AM to Diary category on November 26, 2001
Gnarling the days thoughts into wizened embryos, we seed our dreams and sleep. Fitfully, we fight them, twisting the covers as they feed on our fears. They grow soon, and many: hurling bold spears or lurking with axes, hiding round corners to throttle or stab. Some we defeat, but still more escape us. By daylight they sneer under corners of thoughts, plotting and whispering for the evenings release.
And by night we lie snug in darkness, manufacturing monsters.
Added @ 11:26 AM to Diary category on November 26, 2001