Living In A Dream In Breaking Dawn Poem by Drac Mal

Living In A Dream In Breaking Dawn



Do you know that feeling?
When you care deeply about something?
Well I'm having that feeling. Right now.
Every thin page that I turn feels exciting and sad at the same time.
Every new page I read and see is a new advanture and another page that satisfies my curiosity.
Page six hundred and forty is where I am.
Page six hundred and forty is where my advanture will come closer to its end.
I am sad.
I am sad and I want to cry.
And laugh.
The tears I shed as I see the pages getting smaller and thinner every minute.
I cry seeing and knowing and seeing my advantures coming to an end.
My compassion too coming to an end with the pages.
Pages flipping, story ending, tears dropping.
The sadness overwhelmes me.
How could I feel like this?
How could such a reaction come to me?
Because of a book?
I laugh.
Ha ha ha I laugh.
Laughter that comes flowing in on me.
Laughter that knows my passion.
Laughter that knows why the tears dropped.
Laughter that knows me.
Because it isn't just a story.
It's a story that brought up my tears in return to my laughter.
It's breaking.
I see the dawn.
My heart.
The dawn is breaking.
The breaking of dawn.
Breaking dawn.
My life.
My future.
The page turns.
The page ends and the story and the book.
Happiness.
Satisfaction.
My dream.

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