I had a dream,
It was beautiful.
I was standing atop a cliff,
Stood for hours on end.
The wind in my hair.
The sound of loneliness filling my mind.
It was beautiful.
My eyes were closed.
My palms made into a fist.
A chill ran down my spine.
I was happy & afraid.
It was beautiful.
That fear was addictive.
It wanted to escape.
But I held on it.
And what I feared most was now looking me in the eye.
I had woken up from my dream.
It spoke of my companions.
It spoke of fear.
It spoke of loneliness.
It was beautiful.
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