Monday, March 20, 2017

Early spring

You panicked when it got dark. The possibility of not seeing made everything even worse -- couldn't control your words, couldn't control your thoughts, actions or even dreams at 1:27am. How you wished to see the light yet you gave up so fast. You looked outside and saw everything what you dreamed of, you looked and thought you needed to be everything you saw. The world turned off the light and you learned what it really feels. I know you couldn't move. It's the dreadful feeling of being buried alive. Being trapped in your own sense. 

You thought you were buried. 
But you were just planted. 

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