quietly removed by a violent extraction
Time has gone. I stayed too long to notice how short it all was. The cracks have been etched deep into the surface. The mundane has become my secret purgatory. We sleep as worlds within ourselves, connected in the dark, all hopes pinned on the unknown.
What I know, what I have known, is that all this will cease to be. Fate was extended for a while, but she’s catching up, and my dreams run fast before me.
I don’t remember the dream, only that I was about to wake up. Slipping out of unconsciousness, I could hear voices whispering nearby. Only the wrong thing happened. I began to realize I was conscious. I had already forgotten what had happened but I kept my eyes shut, listening. The voices were still there, but only murmurs in the background. Other sounds began to surface. I could hear the leaves rustling outside on their branches and I began to picture where I was, opening my eyes to the morning light.