falselight

"fear blew somewhere in the faraway now, this fear that had gripped my breathing when i lay in bed at night. watching the storm window. i just could not put down my telescope anymore and kept imagining my teeth breaking. i was having violent dreams where me and the other kids would commit horrible acts and then run away in guilt. i needed to put down my telescope, so i walked down to the sea. my boots were full of fog. lying on a rock i stuck my head in the cold water. from under the waves that kissed my shoulders, i could hear it's faint bells drifting closer. But would the summer make good for all our sins?"