The Reoccuring Dream of Mine.
A neverending path, through a dark alley lit only by the lonely moon. Can barely see what's ahead and the end of the path; and not forgetting, braving the cold harsh winter night. No matter, I'll just walk it. Thoughts of the very imaginative mind, creating illusions and visions when one is lonely and afraid. Numb is the feeling I have, for I have experience far too much; clenching my fists and with a heart filled with nothing but feelings of complicity, I chose to walk down the cold dark path set before me. If this is the barrier I must face, then so be it.The dim light spared by the lonely moon seems to be slowly fading away with each step I take; as if the slightest of hope is dissipating. Looking around, standing in a trail between the forest, there is absolutely nothing one can see in this darkness, not a soul. Howls of the wolves echoed through the night, giving one a feeling of being hunted. I guess it's pointless to even turn back now. Leaving me no option but only to go forward. Aimlessly walking, hands outreached in search of support; the thought of being trapped in an abyss might very well be coming true as I fall to my knees in dissapointment. A heart full of sorrow and despair, I guess it's time to befriend Death.. Somehow, just as the last hope of light was about to fade..,
you held my hand.
The warmth..
The feeling of being loved..
The sweet scent of familiarity..
most importantly..
The beautiful smile of yours..
that gave me hope.
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When will I be able to see you again?..
The feeling of being loved..
The sweet scent of familiarity..
most importantly..
The beautiful smile of yours..
that gave me hope.
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When will I be able to see you again?..
-June 5 2009-
