It was a usual dream just as always.
Dreaming about unicorns, pluto, llama's, and how I will perform in front of everyone. Suddenly everything stopped. The scene changed. I don't know why but it did. Darkness filled my whole brain and I couldn't see, or say anything. I couldn't even move. Then everything went back to normal. I was laying in my bed. Watching myself. Why was I watching myself? Then all of a sudden I Jumped back into my body, but this time I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. I was weak. Too weak. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I started sweating. I used all my strength to move my arms, second my legs then my head. Finally I could move. Then I woke up. Is this what dying feels like? Is this the way out? I'm scared? I don't even want to go back to sleep anymore, but soon I will. And I know this is unfinished business.
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BOOK OF POEMS
PoetryA couple of poems that I wrote. Maybe some will feel the same way or understand.
