The Writer appeared in my dreams last night. This is a short chronicle, only to thank Him.
It was the best dream a human could ever ask for. I had the power, It was always about it.
I was powerful and now that I'm awake I know for fact that I have a purpose here. I'm alive again.
I entered a room and there the creature was, I told her I couldn't handle the situation anymore and then I kissed her. She kissed me harder: she was awarding me with her essence.
It was about the passion and the pleasure.
I felt so proud, so glorious.
I have an aim which will keep me alive. For now.
Dark tears of joy are coming.
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