The Dream.

It crawls into that dark and empty space.  It wraps its gnarly claws around me.  Grabbing me, suffocating me.  It is the colours of the night; colours of the day.  It blinds, weeps, scares it away.  This dream it holds me, cherishes me, frightens me.  Nothing to it though; in the end, it’s a dream.

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