Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
An endless dream of falling.
When will I wake up.
Falling for minutes.
Falling for hours.
Falling for days.
Falling for years.
When will it end.
Darkness.
Endless.
When will I reach the bottom.
When will I see again.
When will I hear.
I was alone falling through my thoughts.
I could see the bottom in the distance.
I could hear the wind rushing in my ears. Just as I saw the stars above a voice whispered, "It's not a dream."
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Short Stories
RandomThis is just a bunch of ideas I had. Just things I had in mind. Stories I think of. Original poems. Anything I want to publish that doesn't fit anywhere else.
