Crushed by uncertainty, wavering ever so slightly, darkness seeps into goosebumped pores.
Tales woven through spectacular graphics moving across a screen,
lead to ones fearful soul shutting down.
Drowning in visions of creatures, imaginations could only conjure,
sucking at the air of compressing these thoughts that haunt us for
infinite amounts of time.
World end fanatics dance in the rhythm of the mind, while natural disasters flash, rumble and rip apart the future.
Time stopping, starting again, unknown futures cascade like raindrops on a rock.
Getting a grip, sustaining fearlessness with known certainties, one fights back overwhelming emotions.
Growing in the basking sun, futures of light flourish.
So fear not the unknown, for it may be the light you will run into.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012