A mad man’s Tale

I see it sometimes as clear as day. I hear it talk to me. It’s quite nice.  but it always ends with a “Come here.” Some days I’m tempted to reach out and let it take over. I am afraid that if I do… I’ll never be able to get back. Though it is tempting. It’s a warm welcome, its bright hope of opportunity, it’s all so tempting. But there’s something that always stops me. Every morning it screams and screams louder and louder, it haunts me.  It follows me. I just want a few more minutes here. It’s better here. Just a few more minutes…

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