There is a feeling, I felt it last night, I wasn't mistaken or taken to another place because I knew when I tried meditation, it just wouldn't go away. I felt this late last night, no name to describe it no words can truly stay, it runs through my bones leaving me in the bed awake and feeling vulnerable. It the feeling of the dark, it sneaks in my room through the cracked door or by the moon shining through onto my deep brown eyes looking nearly black. It stays in my head until the early morning when I finally go to sleep, but even then the lingering of the feeling I feel in my dreams or as I go through the week. This feeling isn't terror, it isn't loneliness, it isn't something I can name, but I have know this feeling since that fateful hateful day when my innocence went running as it knocked upon my door at 3 am on that early morning. It has no name, no face, no way of truly making known it was there, but I knew it was, I felt it like every other night Goodmorning ~from saint