It's dark outside I whispered as I lied on the grass while snow flakes softly began to the ground, I hear a whisper, Savannah the voice spoke.
The sound rang so nicely in my ears as a familiar tone awoke me from my mental slumber.
I were currently like many nights in the past lying on the ground covered in snow as high as can be and I could not let go of the thoughts about my mind and sanity about my time! Was I a figment of imagination, we're my being just a blimp in time, nonexistent? Am I going to die one day? Will I no longer exist anywhere after my spirit is gone away from my body? I can't breathe, I started to heave.
I pulled my knees into my chest and buried my head into the palms of my hand as I began to rock back and fourth, my body began to shake, I panicked and quaked, I could not find rest in my mind because I could not find the answers to these questions that rang in my Brain!
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Everyone Screams To Things Unseen
NonfiksiThe diary of a woman struggling to navigate clearly through life in 21st century America as the lines between the natural and spiritual world become blurred.
