Opposite Day

Sometimes, I forget that my nightmares are actually my reality and that my reality is actually a long lost dream, the kind that leaves you grasping for only yesterday’s mist.

Sometimes, I’m afraid to go to sleep because I’m afraid of what I’ll find in that prison.  The only comforting thing is knowing that I hold the key.

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