Our In Between

6 The Capitan

Blood crystalizes. Forming little knives crawling underneath the skin. Cutting silently but hungrily through the veins. The dreadful feeling creeping in, spreading like wildfire. Its poison covering all pores, suffocating the air that wants to come out. Every inch of the body, every fiber, every muscle turning into ice. Paralyzing flesh and bone. Squeezing, sucking, and ripping off the insides. Provoking such a hideous collapse that it's clear as water that there is no way out.

oh yeah, this is it...

FEAR

the one and only

Our Souls are like the fascinating New Found Land, so full of adventurous narrow paths, strange exotic creatures and miles and miles of magnificent wildeness. An untouched paradise indeed, a unique and incomparable sight worth to behold.
But no one has ever managed to keep their hands to themselves when it comes to precious things.
How attractive and tempting is to own it, to get the chance to call it yours. Kingdoms raise in battle against one another with one purpose only, take what is not theirs and call it "proprety". Not caring about who might be the legitimate owner, not caring about the damages of their selfish actions.

However, despite the despered attempts of mother nature to protect the oblivious gullible land, setting the oceans on fire, sending furious waves to hit against the roughless wood of those imperial ships as the invisible warrior, the wind, shook their sails....leaving a trial of shattered wrecks, despite all her fight there is always one that survives. A persistent little ebony ship. So small that it could be mistaken for a friendly visitor. How clever isn't it? Just as it's Capitan, FEAR, who stands tall on board observing anxiously through the spyglass till the surface of his delicious target comes into sight.
The odds will never stop FEAR from getting what he wants.
The order to let go the anchor is quickly done and the sailors follow their Capitan's instructions to prepare the boat that will lead them to shore...rowing slowly but non-stop... soon enough, FEAR steps safely on sand as the ground breath his feet starts to tremble...then is when the terror begins.

All of the paradise's unbreakable peace perturbed, all its radiant beauty torn apart and all its glorious abundance stolen.

FEAR is the perpetrator of such atrocities, of a brilliant yet merciless work of art. When Fear comes through it leaves devastation behind.

In my case, FEAR strikes whenever utter darkness takes over. It's called "Nyctophobia", to be exact, very common with children.
It must sound ridiculous and almost immature for a 18 year old girl to admit it, but I was terrefied at the time...when I say that I've always been afraid of Darkness is not a joke. I am aware I am not the only one that has ever been affected by it in such a manner, yet people like me are still mocked for it...as if there was Nothing to be worried about.

Nothingness is anything but empty. The panic comes from everything Darkness covers. All the shadows and silhouettes. Everything and everyone hidden in its embrace. Everything you're exposed to.

Darkness, as the caring mother of her children, she protects what it's hers. Quietly inspecting, reading every move, analyzing closely the foreigners in order to identify those that could possibly be a threat, and if needed... destroy them.

I'd never mess with darkness. Hence why my dreams would always bring me back to daylight and end before dusk. As if it was some sort of magical enchantment, my mechanism of personal defence turned the watch hands back to a safe time...where everything can be seen...where there's nothing to conceal...where there's no secrets.
In the land of my Soul the brightest of the celestial bodies shines, and whenever the clouds might coat the clear skies, it rains sunlight.