Could it be true? Am I finally coming back to life again? How long have I been asleep? How long did I die this time?
How long was I gone for this time? This room, this body, it doesn't look like it's mine. A new mirror broken again, a new fear of what has been. This time the woods were thicker, the walls were closing in quicker. This time will the light I have left get dimmer? If only for a week let me be free. The cage of my mind has left me weak. Will I recover? I'm back up and trying. Once again I made it out without dying, unsure how I am surviving. But I can see the sun is shining. Finally.
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