I dreamed last night. A pervasive, continuing dream, regardless of how often I woke up. And now I can't shake it while conscious. I can't shake it's impact, it's message, it's content. And I want nothing more than to forget it's existence. How cruel they were, and have been! For it is not the first of it's type in the past year, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
They show me a world that could have been. A world that could be. A world where something went right down the line... A world where I have not lost. At least. Not lost this in particular. This bit of hope, this bit of happiness, this bit of love. But no, alas, it is not to be. And yet how it haunts me so! Drives me mad in the wee hours of the night. Leaves me praying for more, paralyzed and blind, for fear of waking. As once vision has been restored to me, misery washes over me.
And yet life moves on. Nothing can be done about it now or ever, and such is life. So I wake, and go about my days, pretending they weren't there, knowing here on earth, it can never be so. Never. Not with that which haunts my dreams, nor any else. For such is a life that is not meant for me. Not meant for the wicked, for the busy, for the lost.
And yet I dream. And yet I wake. Neither, I am allowed to escape. Neither, offer me solace. And never will they. For such is life.
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