waking up in the haze

Sun, 01/04/2015 - 03:51 -- sreye1

It was a drowsy battle that yearned for sleep.
The light and the darkness.
And I found myself in it.
Instigating and terminating its intentions of cruelty.
But what if I mistaked its cruelty for consideration?
Consideration that made me have hope;
hope for light,
hope for life.
Or was it death?


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