The dream


I'm walking
through the woods
talking
to nothing
Alone, but not really
then the feeling
to turn around grips me
I turn and see
an older woman in the distance
darkness surrounds her
but never in an instance
did it swallow her
she turned I followed her
she stopped in a clearing
I stopped too
"Hello m'am who are you?"
she turned around
and it was me!
but older...
and so much wiser
she looked so free

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