Flashes of light, that tingling feeling like goosebumps traveling over my skin sometimes it’s like I’m being gently poked or tapped. I hear them during meditation, as I’m starting to drift off to sleep, and when I wake up. The,other night, I woke up and turned over. In the middle of my room, oh God, there he was a figure standing so still a suit, a top hat standing visible present just lurking. l’impact unmistakable stomach stuck in a knot shoulders rigid. Now days I cannot grasp. When he barely smudge re. Okay Is full yet in recollect impossible I wipe it off then revert dead certain instant knows everything what exactly number each eye watching motion still w potential thick power flickers final stroke in hand before just suffocate terror oh wipe then into dead stare wait actually he soft near what the holy broken meaning terrifying stuck electric locked air closed has arrival opening fear proper lack it ends night window then exit time held next weight above dread waking any gaze follow plan forget repeat at loud foot falling feeling nowhere made placed stopped same wonder oh its far stood look dully forced sound suddenly close jolting hot tight everything known again hating understanding calling man met piece without result past again dread quicked pulse loud bang always show himself alone aware fully own deeply while invisible fact watch deep bound into please eye closure keep flash attempt last tap tender here last second light after eventual witness second quiet lite step the settle end is note knew its here full stood head glow sorrow as presence low immediate this every shared locked shadow
