Life.
what is beyond the things we see.
We consistently stop ourselves from thinking.
Fear.
Afraid to lose our sense of control.
Fear.
Unanswered questions.
What if you find yourself in bed tomorrow...
Paralyzed.
Unable to move your tongue..
Numb....No!
This is not a dream!
No!
Wake me Up!
Let me out of this body!
Can anyone hear me?
Why do they look at me with those eyes?
Why are they sticking a tube down my nostrils?
Wake me up!
No!
Get me out!
No...this is not a dream...
Life is no longer what I've created.
My body is whithering...
Slowly shedding into dust.
Farewell my loved ones.
Will you remember me?
Cabbage Wabbage
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