Sleeping

I’ve slept through my days. For years I’ve lived in a trance. Waiting. Through years and seasons, bright days or dark, I’ve waited to wake from a twilight slumber. Waiting without answer. Drowning in daily minutia. A Rip Van Winkle I look around with sleep gummed eyes to find my world is gone. I’m not sure if I’ve lost all my time or time lost me.

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