The silence awakes me. My heartbeat would so easily reveal me. Who am I what is left is it my mind. That constantly deceives me. . I am beginning to doubt me.
Feel free to question me. Let out the hate you feel. Blame all your doubts on me. And your caving reality. I will not judge, I cannot judge. So feel free to question me.
Twilight. Still not dark. The snow on the ground sheds some light. A silhouette not taller than a child. Appears in the doorway. Too strange to be real yet too real to be a dream.