The patchwork colours of blue and white. Cloying scents of oils confuse in the wind. Drowning, clawing, drowning. Air is ash. Choking, holding, drowning, clawing. It's scary this dream world, this broken, slipping stage. Balance fails and the falling, fingers finding no purchase.
Clawing, clawing, clawing. Shadows and sheets. Smoke and corner of the eye sightings. There's something, missing, waiting. The blanket falls and sound is worthless.
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Realisation
General FictionUp, up, up. And out, and out, and out. Out until your finger tips touch the stars. Until theres no room left for breath. The shadows and the hurting. Only stars. And it's calm. And calm and calm and calm. It's calm and you breathe and you breathe. T...
