Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   Is it the night that you´re scared of or the monster that lurks within it.   Are you scared of the dark and the unknown, or the light of the moon and the darkness of humanity, it shines upon. The dirty deed,the hunt and the killing it reveals,ignites and shines upon. Is it the knock on the door or a thump in the night. Are you scared of that noise or who is making it? Almost always, there is nothing there,a figment of your imagination. However, isn´t the fear of the unknown one of the greatest. The fear of that what could be,the fear of it being real this time and what happens next.    As the moon makes way for the sun´s morning light,what if,just if,one of these days, the sun doesn’t come. What if the monsters do come to life and they are all too real,all too close and join the ranks of those who lurk already. What if the moon is the new guide you follow,and the glow it gives is all you have,the one you cannot pick or choose.The glow with much darker presence and more sinist

   Here I am. Lying in bed. Collection of memories and experiences, a modern day relic.Left behind,underperforming,underpowered,left behind,forgotten.Discarded. Shell of a man. A shotgun shell loaded into the rusty old shotgun.Worn but true. Aimed,held high and shot far far away.I close my eyes and fly. Fly like the bullet to the moon. Fly far,fly fast,no looking back. Past the bright stars,past the noises and the lights. The further I go, the quieter it gets. Darker,colder,lonelier. Some stars look as bright as the sun while most are fading,dying as I leave them behind on my way.    I am on the moon. Cold,isolation,pure dark. Surrounded by the flags of yesteryear. The relics of mankind.The fading greatness of what once was. The flags are bright and slowly fight back the dark, which ultimately envelopes all around,in this dark space of mine. The darkness lulls me to sleep,it surrounds and embraces,it provides the comfort and tranquillity for the lost and weary wandering soul. Th