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Fears
#WritcoStoryPrompt32
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
Through the endless gaps of the narrowed world, the bright light that seemed to blind me more, where shall you go? Of cloudless skies and deeper blue, once the sun lets go you will never see the gold. Of silverine plates stood across the wall, surely there's somewhere you could fall, what happens when you breath? Or will you see it bubble as your end? Maybe running is the safest way, running away from an endless race, a loop of your fallen grace. Narrow things weren't meant to be run on, it was meant to adjust, to let you through, to know that you can breath with a knife pointing on your neck, not in your throat.
© Buii
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
Through the endless gaps of the narrowed world, the bright light that seemed to blind me more, where shall you go? Of cloudless skies and deeper blue, once the sun lets go you will never see the gold. Of silverine plates stood across the wall, surely there's somewhere you could fall, what happens when you breath? Or will you see it bubble as your end? Maybe running is the safest way, running away from an endless race, a loop of your fallen grace. Narrow things weren't meant to be run on, it was meant to adjust, to let you through, to know that you can breath with a knife pointing on your neck, not in your throat.
© Buii
