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flight316
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I lie here, listening to the silence. Above me a fan turns slowly cooling my skin. The emtpy bed awaits me once again, the darkened squared cube. Sometimes they follow me there the spirits, both dark and light. What happened to the laughter, the sweet feminine smells that once lingered. A dim light shines in the corner above the pictures of good days that are gone. The solitude is loud, yet the room is quiet. My patience is constantly tested. I've forgotten what its like to sleep with love. I'm sick. I need the healing of touch. How far away is she , the one He has sent. It is past midnight. Sleep is calling to show me a familiar stranger. I speak with Him, then close my my eyes awaitng the unknown. My eyes open for one last look in the darkness. I have seen tomorrow many times but never was it promised. Without realizing it I've gone to the other world as the angels keep watch over me. I may come back, I don't know, its for me to decide, but I remember the night before.