I am fine.
No, really. I swear. I promise.
I'll be fine as long as I can hold onto hope that I will wake up tomorrow and this will have all just been a dream.
That's the only thing that keeps me going. Hope. However, hope is a flimsy thing that can be crushed down like an empty can of soda. Crushed, I said. Torn apart. Obliterated. Like my heart.
No, no, I didn't mean that. My heart's fine. I am fine. There are still a few more sweet drops left in my soda can of hope. As long as I can hold onto those, hold my breath, keep on sleeping, keep on dreaming that this was all just a dream... I'll be fine.
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The Willows - A Collection of Fantastical Short Stories and Poems
FantasiA passage into other worlds Lands of fantasy unfurled Stories of past journeys took All this lies within a book This book is a collection of fantastical short stories and poems written by me. Please enjoy!
