In the darkness
our imagination comes alive
and we see demons and ghosts
that are not really there.
Our hearts beat rapidly
at the things we think we see
until we are jolted awake
from our pretentious daydream
and look around at reality.
We then smile at our delusion
that has now passed.
29 December 2013
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