Icy veins,

and the return of consciousness,

brings with it a sensitivity unmatched,

unmitigated by the fear of retribution.

I can feel your grin,

as you stand behind me,

laughing in the face of what was.

But still I move forward,

Let the shadows fall behind you.”

imagining a better future.

What happens when we dream?

What is the result of our uncaptured thought?

Waking is just another reality,

held tight by the breadth of your smile.

– Savannah


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