Somewhere in between the darkness and light is a common ground
a place where all dwells but many forget,
a place where nightmares are institutionalized,
a place where dreams are buried.
I live in the filthiest of streets, where death is secretly gift wrapped in a box of chocolates.
a place souls cry for freedom
a place that cannot be easily recognized.
I must encourage you to dig deeper, until the dirt is above ground.
Dig until you uncover what is ...... holding the door -
a door that leads to your personal encounter with the person that is called you.
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