The Endless Dream (9)

And she begins to fade. How dare you leave me now! Perhaps she wakes finally, leaving me and the dream behind.

Wait, I am the dreamer. She is the dream. 

I know I dream because I see myself dreaming. Perhaps again I am both dream and dreamer. I dream because I know it. I am dreamer because I see me dreaming. So is anyone really awake?

The earth grows smaller in the sky. Either I am leaving it, or it is leaving me. 

Why worry. There is nothing there that I need. 

Of you little shadow man. Are you dreaming? Or are you just an extension of myself? 

So many questions. So few answers. Yet here on this cosmic plain is everything I am, laid bare beneath the earth and the stars.

And still I am afraid...

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