A distant hope

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5am and woken to a pulsating despair.
Yet another dream that he did not want. Not a nightmare, he's certain. Or so he tells himself. But enough anger and fear were mixed in that his emotions were stirred.

He wishes for a reality that only his mind can afford. But he always wakes up just when it starts to sweeten. He begins to think that life, like his dreams, take on this pattern. Like a carrot dangling before a famished mind.

5am. Birds always chirp at 5am. They must have a large carrot.