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The Truth (Adam Schexnayder-Crowley, LA)

It was like I had never been alive before. I felt closed in. Asylumed for nothing I could recall. I'd just awakened, yet felt so tired. It was so unnaturally dark. It was as if I could see for miles, but I was looking at nothing. My skin was encased by a familiarity that calmed me. It gave me hope for things I could not understand. It gave me drive for the impossible, but somehow I did not understand what that meant. I was swimming in a pool with no water.

All the nonsensical that surrounded me suddenly turned. I saw a light slowly develop in the distance. And urge told me to go there. I did not know how. I did not know how to maneuver myself to something that I knew was right. I just closed my eyes and wished. I wished for the familiarity to grow strong. Then I felt something push me towards it. I knew once I got close that this hope that enveloped inside, this innate trust I developed for this, had been false. I began to feel my breath shorten and my thoughts go away. It felt like the truth. As time somehow sped up and slowed down, I knew what I had to do. I had to forgive the truth. I had to forgive it for all the things I expected. Thats when It all ceased. Everything stopped and I was surrounded by the light.

"Ma'am, You may want your wife in here."

If there was anything that I wanted more than the familiarity was to tell her one thing: forgive the truth.


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