Breathe

My breath has left temporarily, and the only thing I can think is that one phrase, "when god closes one door he opens another." I never believed it, but now I do, because losing everything has finally proven to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

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Fog

The fog here is so thick I can barely see ten feet in front of me, but I can see him clearly. Black doesn't blend especially well with gray, and he's only standing about twenty feet ahead.

And without knowing how, I know that he is waiting for someone. That he's been waiting for a long time. That he would wait forever.I want to know what he's waiting for. I want to know that I would do that for someone.

But I know, in the deepest recesses of my mind that I would not, could not wait forever for someone, anyone.

Not even her.

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Jump

A quick hop, short jump up, would see me safely to the next rock up, but I can't do it. I've never made it past this, past this rock, this jump.

It explains a lot about me.

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Love

I'm leaning on a lamp post, waiting for her in this fog. I've been here for an hour. I'll probably be here for a while yet. Possibly tomorrow. She said to meet here, but she never said when, so everyday I've been here waiting for her to return to me.

I'm in love, you see, and quite hopeless about it.

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Hate

He's there again, looking down from his porch at the world. I think he gets his kicks from looking down on everyone, and I hate him for it. I think he felt me watching, because he glances towards my direction. For an instant, our eyes meet, and my heart skips, and I wonder. 'Why did I hate him again?'

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Reality

I can feel my feet on the ground, placing my mind firmly in what is now and what is real, and I do what I must do.

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Dream

I can feel myself fly, placing my mind free in what is not and what could be, and I dream more that I ever have before.