Pronoia Have you ever heard the leaves blow, On a night with no breeze? Have you ever seen a shadow lurk, Behind a line of trees? Have you ever seen the puppeteer, And mistaken him for straw? Have you ever caught the Night Beast’s tail, His breath his bite his claw? Have you ever heard whispers, that were meant, Just for you? Or the ticking tap of thoughtless doubt, That grew and grew and grew? For if ever in your waking, Your heart beats loose a seam. Remember not all visions are, As pleasant as a dream‌
J.K Edwards