Under my skin.
I tremble.
Any moment now I could wake up.
My whole life a dream.
What happens then?
Does fate bestow the honour
Of the chance to sleep again.
Another chance to write my wrongs
To take the different paths.
Am I that lucky?
Or
Do I sit and wait.
An eternity of blackness
Enveloping me like a thick blanket.
That I inhale
The frosty deep mist filling my lungs
Until I am one with the darkness.
Forever.
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