Dead people do not sleep. Ghosts do not dream. I dreamt I was a ghost. All the emotions felt like fading. I was in a haze of yesterday's people. Nothing fun about it. The confrontation was a horror (Sass ütleb: "Mamma, ma olen siin pööningul," ja mina ütlen: "Aga mamma, mina olen ka siin."). I awoke the moment I had proof of my situation, realising it was wrong - I do not want to be like this. Couldn't sleep again. Couldn't be in the dark, either. I looked at my phone to see what time it is. Just to check wether it was close to 6:66. It was just a few minutes past the time (7:10).
My spirit was bound to a butterfly with a red tail. A terrible beast, although inconspicuous and small. They went out to look for it and kill it. With this feeling of hope I awoke.
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1 comment:
i sometimes wonder if i'm actually dead, but something says i ain't, at the same times that same thing says i am...quote "were living in the waiting room of life" this is just practice for the real thing!
that's only one way to look at it...
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