Lonely nights leading to dangerous thoughts.
Emotions running amuck.
A uncomfortable awareness of being in my own mind.
A cringe, a chill, a rage of thunder rushing through my veins.
Every fiber of my being holds on to a realness that speaks with in.
I am numb as I listen to tantalizing mimics of familiar voices.
My past has revisited me.
A sudden glimpse of the hour glass, time has been lost.
The past has become my present.
A burden to seal or deal, to inhale and let it consume.
Chills of the thought of captivity, a decision to be made.
A gust of wind, a deep exhale.
The wind has taken my burden, set free I am.
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