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  • I feel detached.
    Detached from my dreams, my hopes.
    What is hoping to me anymore, what can love give me now?

    The music is fading – my vision a blur.
    DEAD, dead I am inside as I glance at life on some other plane of existence - surely it cannot be ours, for Dead, DEAD I remain here.

    A cold Drop of rain stuns my eye and I come back.
    Could it be – I am still alive? This is a feeling – I slowly start breathing.

    A white Owl lands gracefully next to me and in the greyed out forest I see a shimmer of; red it seems to be, the frost on my skin starts melting as I feel a burst of strength in my veins, I start walking – now this feels good. I start running – even better.

    The Cold frost shattering on the ground as it crumbles off of me.
    Hungrily following the one thing of colour in this dark forest, what could it be? Curiosity hits me, this new sense - am I dreaming? The red ribbon flies on as if forever falling.

    Rays of Sunshine streaming through the trees lighting up my surroundings. Birds start singing, scratching noises from the ground beneath my feet. A volley of sounds suddenly rings at my ears – this forest is alive.

    The Blood red ribbon now lands on a somewhat familiar tree, I reach out to grab it as though it where a lost treasure - the Owl beats me to it, “STOP!” I shout in a desperate plea before I realise that the Majestic owl is perched atop a familiar stone wall of white, leading up to a familiar cottage – What is this place? I wonder, brushing the questions off I slowly reach out for the ribbon trying my best not to startle the Owl, nearly failing I grab the ribbon.

    A snap of a twig echoes from behind me, my heart stops as I silently turn around to find a beautiful little girl in a red dress looking up at me with a red ribbon missing from her well decorated blonde hair. She giggles and asks me where I’ve been, and that she’s been waiting for me she then mouths the word “mommy” all of a sudden these familiar feelings and surroundings come back to me as if my Soul has lunged back into my body.

    I grab her and squeeze tight vowing to never let her go as I remember that I was lost last night losing sight of where my heart is.

    I turn suddenly and look up as I see the Owl flying off, a feeling of connection to the Graceful bird creeps upon me.

    Smiling now I take her hand and dance for Alive,
    Alive I am now.
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