Skipping Days
Fear lives within me
It creates excuses
Do I even possess courage
Or am I mistaking it
for Stupidity
Impulsive to a point
Responsible to a downfall
A stick stuck in the mud
of righteousness oozing with
The Past
Am I afraid to fail
or afraid to fall
Coffee flavored mornings tickle my brain. I can't stop thinking about it. I had a dream about it. I dreamed I couldn't breathe. It felt like my lungs kept getting smaller and smaller. Panic took control of my body and I squeezed my eyes shut against the world. I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around my stomach willing my lungs to expand but they kept shrinking. My lips started to tingle and my hands were turning to ice. Usually it's very dark in my dreams. Always night or dusk, but it was so bright this time. I couldn't tell where the light was coming from. My eyes started to tear up even while they were closed against the brightness. I tasted something very metallic but was too panicked to know if I had bitten my tongue, I don't think I would have cared anyway. My head started to buzz like a nest of angry hornets had been kicked and were ready to attack. I heard a whisper over the roaring or mixed in, maybe under it. "There, she can hear now." A cool...something...ran lightly from the top of my forehead down to the tip of my nose. I didn't even try to open my eyes. The buzzing was fading but so was my ability to remain conscious. I just wanted to sleep, I felt so heavy and tired. Right before I let go I heard another whisper "Fascinating".
It creates excuses
Do I even possess courage
Or am I mistaking it
for Stupidity
Impulsive to a point
Responsible to a downfall
A stick stuck in the mud
of righteousness oozing with
The Past
Am I afraid to fail
or afraid to fall
Coffee flavored mornings tickle my brain. I can't stop thinking about it. I had a dream about it. I dreamed I couldn't breathe. It felt like my lungs kept getting smaller and smaller. Panic took control of my body and I squeezed my eyes shut against the world. I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around my stomach willing my lungs to expand but they kept shrinking. My lips started to tingle and my hands were turning to ice. Usually it's very dark in my dreams. Always night or dusk, but it was so bright this time. I couldn't tell where the light was coming from. My eyes started to tear up even while they were closed against the brightness. I tasted something very metallic but was too panicked to know if I had bitten my tongue, I don't think I would have cared anyway. My head started to buzz like a nest of angry hornets had been kicked and were ready to attack. I heard a whisper over the roaring or mixed in, maybe under it. "There, she can hear now." A cool...something...ran lightly from the top of my forehead down to the tip of my nose. I didn't even try to open my eyes. The buzzing was fading but so was my ability to remain conscious. I just wanted to sleep, I felt so heavy and tired. Right before I let go I heard another whisper "Fascinating".
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