It sometimes feels as if I'm being watched by some phantom eye outside my window, an eye that always watches. The eye forbids sleep, and even if I can somehow fall asleep, the eye will follow me into my dreams causing them to degrade into nightmares. Singular lightbulbs hang from the ceiling, phonographs play slow, calm and haunting music, it has no walls no end, just black nothingness for infinity. The eye is unescapable, unkillable, and unfeeling. It has made my nights long and nearly sleepless. The eye is fear, true undying fear in it's rarest form. The eye is nothing but shapes in the blinds made by moonlight, but feels as if it's an entity of pure fear, that causes my nightmares. I suppose it's proof of humanity's love of denial, we always need something to blame, even if it's no body's fault. We feel something needs to pay for our misfortune, even if we're the cause of it. I blame the eye for all of my fears, even though it's not real. The eye serves as something to blame, something to act as my antagonist, something to summarize everything I feel is wrong. The eyes are not real, but they are in my mind, they represent my fears, both of very real but unimportant things like spiders, and of the deepest most terrifying things, like being alone in a dark space, or losing something close to me. The eyes are a part of me, a part of my mind. I suppose we all have something like the eyes in the deepest darkest parts of our minds. The eyes must be ignored, or they can ruin you, making you afraid of your own shadow.
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