I’ts like they say in the adverts "When it’s gone it’s gone"
The lucid moments are becoming less frequent
When they do arrive, thoughts pour in unchecked
The few that can be tied down create new life
Then the fog descends, obscuring all
Make the most of the good times, for
One day the fog will lift and there will be nothing
But a vacuum filled with screams
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