It is time to return to my post. These intervals in between are not permanent.
Where is Jörn? But the time on my phone alarms me.
Only once I turn on the shower heads do I realize the walls they stream from are glass and I can see the world outside; like standing in some waterfall of the fjords and looking down at passing memories of sailing boats through water valleys that lead out to more lost memories
and this is when I realize that I dreamed. It is what woke me. I was walking and carrying something heavy on my back. Following ….behind
I was watching a sunrise
It was the drumming that woke me like a warning. A drumming that vibrated the ground
where were we going? there was a feeling of such dread as I looked upon the worn and trodden path that recalled me to faces and snatches of emotions, like memories ….kept somewhere deep in the treasure chest recesses ….and squeezed my throat painfully as it blended with the rotten smell of blood on the air
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