Just another Death.
My Shadow dream has resurfaced in my sleep. I?ve all most gone a year this time. Its always changing, the faces change, the objects change, the world is always different. Yet the same thing happens. I still get just as scared as when I was 6. Waking up to a cold sweet, dry mouth, and exhausted. I?ve had the same dream, for years, and I still can?t explain it, I can?t even remember it. I just know the feeling; I know nothing of how to describe it. I?ve yet to encounter any thing in my life that can come close to describe it.
What I do know?
I feel helpless, forced to fight. I?m not fighting to win. I can?t win. I fight, so I can live long and fight some more.

It make no since.