The What If(s)….

What if… for every moment of sorrow, every moment of pain, every moment of hollowness deep within your veins, were traded for all the special things you once believed would never fade away.

What if… everyone and everything were replaced with your involuntarily craze, stuck in a daze inside a cold maze for days, for weeks, for months, for years, for decades.

What if… what if you were as you say I am, or better yet if I weren’t.

What if… every cloud of gray drifted away, to quiet unknowns, that beautiful imaginary place. A place where the sun remains bright even when the stars are shinning late at night.

What if… I were you, and you were me. Could it be?


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