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I think I’ve become scared of everything I will be. Everything inside of me, all that’s left are dreams. How do you get these things to leave I’ll think.

I know how. I know how.

Here’s a way. We’ll try this way. A drink or two. Do you smoke they say.

We do what we have to to stop it from happening. It’s an it. My kid asked me the other day why they made that movie about the clown the name ‘It.’ I didn’t have an answer.

What’s more scary than ‘it?’ It makes you cry, you don’t know why. Even wine doesn’t bring a smile to these eyes. I’ll drink a little. I’ll drink a bit. We’ll see if we can drown this it out. It never works.

I’ve found an answer, a solution that works for me. It blocks the dreams and they wait for me outside the line of my bedroom shrine. I feel them creep as my toes cross from the safety I’ve made here. But it’s ok. I’ll be ok. Bring on those dreams. Who needs rest.

Jason

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@smokendust

9 thoughts on “Unedited

  1. Sometimes, these dreams are a way that our minds have, of telling us something, and maybe, we’re, not quite ready for what is hidden in the dreams, so we, block it out for the time being, but, eventually, we all have to, deal with whatever it is, masked by these dreams, in order, for them, to NOT become nightmares that will keep on, haunting us a long, long, long time…

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