I hear faint whispers Echoing through the darkened place, Where shadows move But things of substance are not seen. Lifeless voices whisper my name Still distant, Still so removed They fill the dead spots of silence. I am out of place here, Out of time, bodyless hands pull on my spirit, Wanting me to stay, To know. A river of memories course through my mind. There is a sudden awareness of who I am, who I was, and who I am yet to be. I suddenly awaken with blinking eyes and gasping breath.
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"I suddenly awaken with blinking eyes and gasping breath."