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Parallaxm — Lucid Dreaming
Published: 2013-05-13 05:59:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 59; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Rest? There is no rest.
20,000 fathoms below sea level, and it's
silent; you could just
close your eyes and forget-
-right?
Wrong.
Your bed is an electric chair, but you
can't bring yourself to lift your head from the
pillow.
the water is rising--
The shackles are cumbrous and thick, like
peanut butter closing up your throat.
The night is a gas mask: labored
breaths that press into your ribcage, elastic
until it snaps.
yet we breathe still--
Your eyes are porous concrete and your laugh is
the most painful thing I've ever heard.
