| Jenna's Dream |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
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So I'm walking. And though this place seems familiar, I've never been here before. Maybe I have seen it in my dreams. The area surrounding me is dark, a shifting myriad of shapes and a presence so overwhelming that I can't help but be curious. And as I walk forward into the darkness, my footsteps are sluggish, almost hesitant to travel further into this location of which I'm not sure of. But there is one distinct shape in the foreground. A shape of a man. Someone who seems dangerous and equally pleasant, at the same time. An inner voice tells me, whispering in my ear that I know this man. My foot catches on something, and I look down as I work to dislodge it. When I raise my head once more, the man is gone, and I look around to locate him. However, he has disappeared and the world around me seems to grow darker. I try to call out, but when I open my mouth, a rush of water flows in and I can no longer breathe. Suddenly, before my eyes, the man reappears and I can clearly see his face. He has stormy gray eyes and the darkest hair I have ever seen. But what's even more dark than his hair is the smile that is plastered onto his face as I see his lips form the word, "Die."
And all goes black.
Maybe I shall see him in my dreams again someday.
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Thee End Of Me |
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