I use this as my own escape from dealing with mySelf. I use this phrasing to satiate my fear of unknown, yet the unknown is no more than avoidance; avoidance of ME.
Nothing new, nothing far out like little green men, but something that grips me with fear and desolation when I arrive home, prompting me to scour the showers, crawl under beds and search the closets for the unknown.
and tonight i know it’s all about the horrible me waiting
waiting to scare me.
me waiting to surprise me in the shadows.
me allowing fear to consume me.
and yet I already know ME.