Vantage Point

    

The view from my vantage point was all lights.

At first glance you would never know there were lurking shadows just waiting for their next victim. Some of these shadows were only darkness through a filtered mind. One that is always waiting for a silent moment to move in and cause panic to strike. Counting how long they were able to control the mind of the soul now trapped in a soundproof room screaming for help, yet no one can hear them. 

Most escape with only a feeling of chains slowly tightening around their heart as the lungs leak slowly, enough to cause their breathing to catch in their throats. Then the victim is better, able to just shake it off and go about their day.

Shadows blend into crevasses small enough to not be seen, quiet enough to not be found, yet fast enough and sometimes stronger than one person can take, leaving the shadows to cause maximum damage. Sometimes those victims of the shadows are able to drug themselves causing the shadows to work at a snail pace, allowing the victim to control or block out the shadows completely. But drugging your fears is only a temporary solution. Those dealers opting not to tell them in order to keep the shadows away you must put forth an effort to take back the upper hand.

#TakeBackTheUpperHand

#TheShadowsWillNotBeatMe