Falling.
It came to me again... that dream.
The one where I was falling and falling. But as I was falling, those eyes. They were watching me fall. As I reached my arm out to grab hold of something, anything, I was always startled awake by my alarm. This time, when I awoke, I was still filled with these feelings. With that hunger.
The one where I was falling and falling. But as I was falling, those eyes. They were watching me fall. As I reached my arm out to grab hold of something, anything, I was always startled awake by my alarm. This time, when I awoke, I was still filled with these feelings. With that hunger.