- there is nothing under your bed
- there is nothing in your closet
- your parents are most likely actually your parents, regardless of what the faceless old women who secretly lives in your home might tell you
- do not fear the black helicopters or the black windowless school buses that circle your block at night
- you need not be afraid of the boogeyman; there hasn't been a sighting of the boogeyman for several months, or at least a couple weeks
- and yes, you will die, but probably not until everyone you know is already dead too- your parents, your friends, your pets- each death leaving a small but irreparable scar on your not yet still still-beating heart
- the living tell the dying not to leave and the dying do not listen. the dying tell us not to be sad for them and we do not listen
- the dialogue between the living and the dead is full of misunderstanding and silence
- there's nothing to fear in oblivion... unless, of course, your consciousness survives death. if so, it would be reasonable to fear the sensation of consciousness without senses, suspended alone in the cosmos with no one to hear you and no way to make yourself known. no reference point for counting time- a count that does not matter anyway in a literal eternity
- you might wish that you still had a corporeal form, only so that you could make your mouth move to express your terror, to make the universal form of a terrified scream- the form of a letter 'o'
- but you wont be able to, you just wont
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