I liked to think that what I can't see isn't there. What I can't see won't harm me; won't change my life. And I was wrong.
Because what you don't see, you make yourself see. And if I close the curtain and pray for the night to be over, it'll still be there, I just pretend it isn't. But I can hear the odd noises and the ambulence sirens wailing at midnight.
And if you and I don't see it, we'll see it later; ready to haunt us. That's what a dream is- or maybe a nightmare. Because when we sleep, we're off guard. And that's what can harm us. Knowing we're unprotected. Knowing there's nothing we can do to stop anything.
Suspecting what will happen doesn't mean we can change it, does it? Knowing what will happen doesn't mean it'll stop, does it?
Pretending something's not there because you can't see it doesn't work, does it?
And what you can't see, can't suspect, and don't know is the scariest thing of all.
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