Torn from dreams as the alarm goes off. Desperately trying to keep them to remember something that sticks.

Images of a life that is different, but they slip away.

Worlds where the fates don’t scream it is their decision, but dreams make more sense than reality these days.

I tried to hold it all together, but I dropped it into fragments of dreams that never stay long enough to explain themselves.

I never know if I’m running or if it’s a nightmare, always fighting to make it something worth while in spite of the terrors.

If only I could run to you.

If only it was that easy.

These days it is easier to sleep and hide in dreams than it is to open my eyes and wake in the same place.

I don’t know what will happen, but I’m going anyway.

That’s all I know anymore.

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