I’ve only ever had one reoccurring dream. It’s more of a reoccurring dream-theme.
The scene is one of urgency- I’m yelling, I’m screaming, They never hear me. I believe They would take a bullet for me. My pleas and my cries turn into fear and pure rage. I am met with the dead eyes of my They, my entranced imposter. I awake from my invisible temper tantrum, get out from under my covers, and sulk my way to the bathroom.
Good morning.
Visibility is dangerous, but invisibility is annihilation.
Praise is affirming, but provides false protection.
Mediocrity masks fear, so I choose to be afraid.
By Stacie A Buhler
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