I've been plagued with lucid dreams
Of the Mystic Vixen,
Her voice a velvet thunder
Smiting me with silent lightning
*
Just one brief moment together,
Streaking specters of the space waves,
Until she transports me
To the concept of tomorrow
*
As I awaken,
Her message echoes-
~I WILL SEE YOU NEXT LIFETIME~
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Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present
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I'd like to think I'd escape for better days. Even though the needles pricking into my skin may urge me to stay put, we are not meant for boxes and contraptions that will keep us inside. The needles aren't real, they are like bugs crawling on my skin—those feelings will fade with clarity, but some days I am unwilling to step outside of my tolerated self; my bones crumble at the idea of a future uncertain. I'm used to the boxes that keep me in place even though I know I can walk right through them and I'd be fine.
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