It was dark. So dark I couldn't see, couldn't feel, couldn't know. What was there to know? There was something. Something I was forgetting. I forgot.
Remember.
Remember? Think. Okay. Do.
I opened my eyes.
It was dark.
It was Night.
Glinting freckles dashed across her face, full, shining moon peering down at me. She seemed irritable.Up.
Up? Where?
Up.
I don't know. I don't know how.
Up! Get up!
What do you mean? I don't understand.
WAKE UP!
I opened my eyes.
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It Was Thus, Or Whatever
PoésieMy words are not thoughts or simple meanings They are feelings And believings And everything-in-betweenings... This is my assorted writings collection. It's mostly poetry. I hope you enjoy.