suffocating in a thick fog
reaching out into the darknessonly to feel a mist
of what could be
the dreams are the hardest
ground my feet have felt in a
long, long time
waking up,
hesitant in deciphering the
nightmare from the dream
comfort becoming nocturnal
but to lose the endorphins of the sun
is to die a slow death
if not for your touch
of fresh air and
hope, lost is all life would be
what a sad thing to lose
i'd fall just to be this high
lost in a dream again,
what a nightmare.
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