midnight brings a truth you have avoided. behind you is a knowing that terrifies you. hear the radio when it plays your song. look at the reflection in the unlit television. know that someone follows you home from work. the walls absorb the truth you won't accept. a sound comes from the room you just left. you are being filed away for later use. this is not a whisper but a claim. consider the patience that has been exercised. outside your window there is a waiting. behind you is a face that you haven't seen. you should accept that you are not alone. the floor beneath you knows your going. a silence that is no longer content to wait. turn around and see it is close. the ceiling above you holds the truth. they say you should not answer the door. every room you pass holds a breath. turn around and see it is reaching. outside your window there is a plan. 3am is the hour of reckoning for the awake. notice the drawers that are not fully closed. feel the gaze that burns through your back. consider the window you left open. the ceiling above you is breathing in. hear the vent when it carries a voice. a sound has been there since the beginning. the walls absorb the rhythm of your heart. there are footsteps in the attic when it rains. midnight brings a dark that has its own weight. the ceiling above you holds the patience. they say you should not whisper its name. someone has been testing your locks. you should trust the feeling of being watched. watch the window for faces that vanish. outside your window there is a purpose. feel the waiting that fills the empty rooms. you should accept that you are not alone. the ceiling above you is waiting still. a silence that you have always feared. someone has touched the things you love. know that someone reads your mail before you do. something hums through the floorboards at 3am. something taps the window in a pattern. consider the evidence of a presence.behind you is a waiting that is almost done. this is not a thought but a presence. consider the door you left unlocked. the dark in your room is not silent. but you already know it has found you. your reflection mouths words you don't say. the dark in your room is not knowing. notice the mirrors that seem to hold memories. consider the probability someone knows you. there are doors that open when you're not looking. notice the books that are open to strange pages. but you already know it has followed you. the walls absorb the silence between words. you are being studied like a familiar text. something presses against the ceiling above you. something has been waiting for you to notice. turn around and see it is smiling. your reflection waves when you don't. they say you should not look into the mirror. the dark in your room is not dreaming. 3am is when the door opens just a crack. the walls have become saturated with you. the house remembers every window you close. know that someone stands in your yard at midnight. behind you is a breath that you didn't exhale. notice the pets that stare at nothing. the floor beneath you has been waiting. this is not a whisper but a claim. 3am is when the whispers become clear. your reflection smiles when you don't. turn around and see it is reaching. outside your window there is a choice. they say you should not check the closet. something has been here longer than you have. but you already know it has followed you. midnight brings a presence to your bedside. 3am is when the waiting finally ends. the walls are starting to speak in reply. consider the possibility you are not alone. the walls absorb the rhythm of your heart. they say you should not feed it your thoughts. watch the door for changes when you blink. 3am is when the hand almost touches. look at the corner you never face. a silence that grows louder in your ears
behind you is a waiting that is almost done. this is not a thought but a presence. consider the door you left unlocked. the dark in your room is not silent. but you already know it has found you. your reflection mouths words you don't say. the dark in your room is not knowing. notice the mirrors that seem to hold memories. consider the probability someone knows you. there are doors that open when you're not looking. notice the books that are open to strange pages. but you already know it has followed you. the walls absorb the silence between words. you are being studied like a familiar text. something presses against the ceiling above you. something has been waiting for you to notice. turn around and see it is smiling. your reflection waves when you don't. they say you should not look into the mirror. the dark in your room is not dreaming. 3am is when the door opens just a crack. the walls have become saturated with you. the house remembers every window you close. know that someone stands in your yard at midnight behind you is a breath that you didn't exhale. notice the pets that stare at nothing. the floor beneath you has been waiting. this is not a whisper but a claim. 3am is when the whispers become clear. your reflection smiles when you don't. turn around and see it is reaching. outside your window there is a choice. they say you should not check the closet. something has been here longer than you have. but you already know it has followed you. midnight brings a presence to your bedside. 3am is when the waiting finally ends. the walls are starting to speak in reply. consider the possibility you are not alone. the walls absorb the rhythm of your heart. they say you should not feed it your thoughts. watch the door for changes when you blink. 3am is when the hand almost touches. look at the corner you never face. a silence that grows louder in your ears.
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