The Farce Is Over

MIA

I opened my eyes and my eyes suddenly and I was back to that same horrible vision, the one where I was trapped in a casket, as if this day could not get any worse.

A sudden fear gripped me as I began pounding on the walls and roof of my very small and restrictive prison, screaming at the top of my lungs and scratching at the walls and roof too.

It was a very powerful feat of panic so it took me a while to understand what was going on.

This vision was different from the last one, in the last one, I couldn’t breathe, I was gasping for air while screaming and struggling to no avail but this time around.

It felt as if it wasn’t quite me that was imprisoned, sure there was panic and the same tight space and lack of air but at the same time, it was as if the fear and frustration I was experiencing was not my own but in fact that of another person being channeled through me.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, I had to get a better understanding of the situation.

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