I dream of Arius, but wish I didn’t. I wish I could forget.
They’re pleasant dreams – of what could have been. Of what it’d be like to kiss Death back. But every time I wake, my thoughts for the day feel poisoned. The dreams weigh me down, and people have started to notice. My parents watch me with concern, though they think I can’t tell.
They think it has to do with the coma, that I went back to work too soon and it’s taking its toll. I let them believe what they want. The truth is so much worse.
At this point I feel like I might be dragging this out, but here’s to hopefully getting this one done this week.
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As always, think happy thoughts 🙂